Take this as one of those Barney Stinson blogs from How I Met Your Mother. No one actually reads it, but if you do,you’d end up becoming,legendary. Life sometimes feels like one long tracking shot you’re walking, minding your own business, not even in anyone’s frame and suddenly someone lobs their emotional garbage right onto you. No warning. No music change. Just the scene ruined. And for a second, you think, great, must be me. Spoiler: it’s not. That moment? That’s their storm. Their unresolved plotline bleeding into your script. People love to throw their shadows around when they can’t deal with their own light. And you? You’re just standing there, looking like collateral damage. We do this thing,victimizing ourselves because we weren’t invited, weren’t noticed, weren’t “included.” But what if the camera just wasn’t supposed to be on you in that scene? Not every shot is yours. Sometimes the universe edits you out so you can show up later with th...