"I really don't get it."
"Here's the thing," he grumbled. "I think I'm finished with something…"
"You know, something hurts me or annoys me and I think about it, talk about it, even work on it, and I finally think 'Whew! Done with that one!'"
"And the next I know," he complained, "something new happens and it's like that box of Pandora's flies open and all those awful feelings that I thought were gone are there all over again!"
What do ya say?
Do you get discouraged?