I’ve heard people say, “I’m going to be a Stoic about it,” as if that means suppressing their emotions, detaching from the outcome, or simply pretending not to care.
My hallway contains a narrow bookshelf, a framed print Nina bought because she said the wall looked like a dentist's office, and a laundry basket I had been promising myself I'd put away for three days, and none of those things looked remotely human with the light on.