Whitie is exhausted ,coming out of this hole, coming out of the distortions, seeing life as it is, seeing herself as she is. She wants to go to bed with the CD player on.
Life is spinning and all we can try to do is hold on to our hats.
Whitie thought there would be a Perfect Person who could show her the way : a perfect relationship,a time when SHE got perfect. Somehow, someplace, it would all work out when she got some variation of PERFECT.
Now, she sees that everyone seems to be struggling, with themselves, wanting love, being disappointed with others,disappointed with themselves, what does it all mean, what is it all for, why am I here, it all seems for naught,where is the sense ?
What can you expect? Peace in your own neck of the woods ,which is you, not trying to fix, make well, alter, have responsibility for another(unless a child).
What are you responsible for? What you do, not think or feel. You have a child within which thinks and feels like a child. That is how it is. It is not BAD. It is the make-up of the human.