I'm not sure if this is accurate, but I really do think that exploring has emotional stages, kind of like those stages people always talk about when talking about grief and all that.
Right then, I'd passed through the hesitant phase and the curious phase and was firmly in the completely frustrated phase.
I'd done everything I could think of it break the damn box open but nothing I threw at it did anything. I'd even briefly walked away, almost like I was testing its patience, when really, it was just testing mine.
So far, all I'd accomplish was give myself a sore toe from kicking the thing, except even pain was out of bounds in this space, making my whole lack of progress even more frustrating.
I couldn't even feel the consequences for my own bad decisions.
The audacity!
And it was when I'd just sat down in a huff that I realised that there was one thing I hadn't tried - I hadn't tried being a loong.
