What is Processing?
1.
Conversation(s) in which a couple, generally lesbians, overthink, overanalyze and overdiscuss their relationship until they drive each other mad. Usually framed in extremely evasive and passive-aggressive terms.
p 1: "Honey, how do you feel about processing? I noticed that you keep finishing the Rice Krispies even though you know they're my favorite cereal. I know how much you love me but it only concerns me because you've been spending so much time with the rugby captain lately. It's okay if you have a little crush on someone else, you can tell me, I know this happens in relationships. I just need my Rice Krispies. Is it because I said I didn't want a cat?"
p 2: Aaaaaaaaah!
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2.
the act of sitting at a computer, bored to tears, wanting to be anywhere but here... maybe even dead, and working through piles and piles and piles of insurance paperwork that you'd really just rather light on fire and make smores with.
heather and i were processing documents the other day when, BLAHHH (self explanatory) addy walked in, obviously hung over and maybe still drunk with none other than the ingredients for smores, so we lit our desks on fire and enjoyed the gooey deliciousness.
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1.
Conversation(s) in which a couple, generally lesbians, overthink, overanalyze and overdiscuss their relationship until they drive each other mad. Usually framed in extremely evasive and passive-aggressive terms.
p 1: "Honey, how do you feel about processing? I noticed that you keep finishing the Rice Krispies even though you know they're my favorite cereal. I know how much you love me but it only concerns me because you've been spending so much time with the rugby captain lately. It's okay if you have a little crush on someone else, you can tell me, I know this happens in relationships. I just need my Rice Krispies. Is it because I said I didn't want a cat?"
p 2: Aaaaaaaaah!
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2.
the act of sitting at a computer, bored to tears, wanting to be anywhere but here... maybe even dead, and working through piles and piles and piles of insurance paperwork that you'd really just rather light on fire and make smores with.
heather and i were processing documents the other day when, BLAHHH (self explanatory) addy walked in, obviously hung over and maybe still drunk with none other than the ingredients for smores, so we lit our desks on fire and enjoyed the gooey deliciousness.
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