My Editor Called Me Frenetic and I Tried Adulting
I tried to be an adult about being called frenetic. I even succeeded for 24 hours. Then I began to panic.
It all started with Donald Trump. I wrote an article on BluntMoms and the following comments appeared.
Frenetic is defined by Websters as: filled with excitement, activity, or confusion: wild or frantic
Wild–maybe. OK, check.
I am not sure how to take this. Squirrel. Apparently my adulting comes in 24-hour spurts and I am not good at it beyond that because I was totally convinced that I could be an adult about this. I really was. The following was the exchange with my editor where I was totally adulting. This was before I decided I was not adult enough to adult. I know there are typos… don’t judge the frenetic, we are wild, frantic and confused and there is no telling what we are capable of.
Thoughts? Should I keep the frenetic, start over or cry? Really, it is up to you because I, clearly, can’t be trusted.