OR Ruminating on How I Feel While I’m Getting Hit by Hot Men Been a while, hasn’t it? Yeah, I know, I don’t write nearly as often as I probably should, but I digress. I just spent the past week engaging in probably one of the best overall weeks of my life, a mental reset I desperately needed (if my online presence over the past few months is any indication). As the event drop slowly sets in, I wanted to take some time to digest it all in one of my favorite ways: word vomiting onto the internet. But, hear me out, I have no intention of this being your standard “TNS feels bad about himself” fare, although admittedly there might be a dash of it by nature of my tendency to get a bit intensely personal. Needless to say, this experience has been eye-opening for me, and I thought it fit to share that here. But first, some context. Black is one of the two hanky colors I flag the most often. For those that are unfamiliar, your typical hanky code guide will designate black as signaling “Hea...