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The problem I've noticed with us ladies, right, is we dwell on things. Maybe guys are better at hiding it or I hang out with more neurotic girls than most, but when stuff gets to us we hold onto it and let it gnaw away long after the fact. We remember and feel bad about it, we twist ourselves into knots of frustration and helplessness and rage about it. Little things. Like frustration over your manager's moment of tactlessness driving you to distraction and a new job, or the embarassment of remembering how well that night could have gone making you choose staying home instead of being awkward in the pub. Silly little things that they've forgotten already, but that burn inside us endlessly. Don't mind me. Just brooding again, what-ifs and all that sad story.