It's exhausting. Constantly walking on eggshells for fear of being misconstrued. Ruminating over past communications exploring the myriad ways in which your wor

It's exhausting. Constantly walking on eggshells for fear of being misconstrued. Ruminating over past communications exploring the myriad ways in which your words could have been interpreted. Feeling like you are cognizant of everyone else's (hypothesized) misunderstandings but unable to address them forthrightly because misperceptions can't be so bluntly corrected through direct action. Eventually, yes - the frustration subsides into a cold, resigned, sense of fatalism. Spoken as a minority who really can't find any labels they identify with.