A short time after that on a sitcom I was watching, a couple men were discussing a situation their wives were having and one guy said to the other, "women just don't know how to compartmentalize stuff." I thought, "Ah! It must be a guy thing."
Now, whenever I get into an emotional state for whatever reason, that phrase comes to my mind. Yesterday, for instance, I was running errands. Things weren't going my way. I was spinning my wheels, which cranked up my emotions.
Then I had to interrupt an otherwise frustrating day to run to the car dealer so they could see how I tore the handle off my car. After the gal looked at said handle and I piled the pieces in her palm, she went back to the counter, consulted her supervisor and said, "we can't really go back to Kia and have them cover this type of a situation." I asked her why we couldn't have resolved that question over the phone considering I had the handle in my hand when I called.
She had no satisfying answer, but offered to make an appointment to have it fixed. I told her that my husband wanted to fix it himself. As I was driving myself back up into Kent, fuming all the way over my shitty day, which, BTW didn't start out that way, I starting thinking about compartmentalizing everything that had occurred. It didn't help calm me because I still don't understand the phrase, but it did distract me from all that went awry. So I drove myself to the Target Starbucks and ordered the biggest eggnog latte I could handle.
Compartmentalize that Dumbass.