It's a metaphor, duh

A small thing really bothered me. I did some journaling and reflecting (thanks, Therapy!) and realized this small thing represents pretty much everything that I find soul-crushing about teaching. So yeah, it actually does make sense that it's bothering me so much. 

Now to try to express that to a new supervisor (why can't they keep someone who knows me?) without crying too much. 

PS- how much crying is too much with a supervisor you've only known for a month? Asking for a friend.