Just got back from the big whoo-ha senior dinner. Which, sadly, sucked; the food was really poorly done, and they used a common area as the space, so people took it even less seriously than they were perhaps inclined to before. I said my pledge, I ate my cheesecake, and got out of there.

They did unveil what they wanted the senior gift to be: a bronzed seal for the center quad with the sesquicentenial logo for it. It's our special 150th year graduation present thingie. Of course, I can't even pay off my term bill, so there's no way I'm dropping in a donation for the thing. But it did look nice.

Ok, Gud? The way you're getting treated sucks, and it's wrong, and it's going to sabotage anything your wife might seriously be expecting from you. Sure you no doubt have things you could be doing better, unless you got replaced in the night by a cyborg programmed solely for housework and snuggles, or by a penguin. (Penguins are the "Do that" bird.) But when do you ever hear about the things you do right? When do you ever hear anything that says "You can do this"? Or that you're worth it?

Is your therapist giving you anything in the way of support or tools to help you deal with the stress this places you under? Is she at all concerned at the effect this kind of emotional abuse has on you? Because as far as I can tell, this isn't expressing her feelings. It isn't airing problems. It's abuse, plain and simple.

Also I had a little breakthrough today, small but significant.

At the grocery store I ran into a couple I met at dance lessons, we chatted a bit and the guy asked if I was still dancing and/or why I stopped, and at first I froze. Because when people have asked me that before I've tried to figure out what to say, my first inclination is to blurt out the whole story. I'd mentioned this to my therapist before and she told me to say "I can't afford it" or "I don't have time". So after my 2 second freeze I said "I just can't afford it anymore." And they sympathized with that and said they'd cut down because of the cost.

After they walked away I thought "omigod! It worked! They just accepted it!" And then I told myself "of course! because they don't know anything about you except what you told them!" Which sounds really really really basic, but sometimes (okay, a lot of times) I can't really step outside myself and view me as other people do, so my thinking is a bit warped.

Some times two 0s love each other very much and pretty much slash themselves.

Good for you, askye. And Trudy: hee!

That is really cool, askye. Speaking as someone who sometimes doesn't go outside at all because I might run into someone who wants to chat, go you!

I thought of something with the Insane Troll Mom - is that opposite way around for the zero thing true for Graffiti? Are there still PDAs that use Graffitti? because I have caught myself writing Vs right to keft b/c that's the way my ancient Handspring liked it back in the day.

Ok, Gud? The way you're getting treated sucks, and it's wrong, and it's going to sabotage anything your wife might seriously be expecting from you. Sure you no doubt have things you could be doing better, unless you got replaced in the night by a cyborg programmed solely for housework and snuggles, or by a penguin. (Penguins are the "Do that" bird.) But when do you ever hear about the things you do right? When do you ever hear anything that says "You can do this"? Or that you're worth it?

Is your therapist giving you anything in the way of support or tools to help you deal with the stress this places you under? Is she at all concerned at the effect this kind of emotional abuse has on you? Because as far as I can tell, this isn't expressing her feelings. It isn't airing problems. It's abuse, plain and simple.

What the aussie said.

I'm sorry, Gud, but your wife is extraordinarily unkind.

I don't remember anymore if we were taught to write Os and 0s differently, but it wouldn't surprise me at all. I do remember having special lined paper to learn with and that the height of some letters was higher than others, some letters that went under the line went farther under, etc. It was all very arcane and hard to remember without the lines on the paper. Fortunately, once you were done with one semester of all that, all they really cared about was if your writing was legible, not if it was correctly formed.

{{Gud}} As much get-through-it~ma as you can possible use.

The zero vs. O thing is crazy.

Also, I cannot imagine talking to any significant other multiple times a day, unless we were specifically planning an activity that evening or something.

Hi! I spent the weekend partying with Smonster, and her ruggers, and some drag kings! It was awesome!! Drinking, and ass-grabbing, a threesome proposition, lewd singing, hot drag kings, a girl changing my velcro shirt to say "Wanna Fuck" (not sure if she was asking, or thought that was my plan for the evening....)