'Lineage'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
INteresting morning with Emeline. She wanted to take her babies in the car with her. I tried to get her to agree to one baby. Daddy would take care of the other one all day.
"Which baby do you want to take? You can't take both. Do you want Princess baby or Tomboy baby? No, you can't have both, just one."
We took both.
As we were driving to school, I decided to change Em's name to Sophie.
::nodding along with Cashmere::
Yet another beautiful Amy! Hi!
Aimee, can she do accents?
Totally appropriate, katefate -- it was a public LJ entry. I just didn't want to put it here, because it turned out so long and because I actually started it in response to your posts, and then felt like I was making your depression all about me Me ME, and didn't want to do that, either, because I'm so glad you're back here.
Before, when I didn't know the answer to "What's the point?" my quote was Natalie Wood from Miracle on 34th Street: "I believe... I believe... It's silly, but I believe." Because little demons made me not believe there was a point, but I still did, somehow, sometimes.
This is HUGE! I only dabble in mild depression, so I can't speak to what you're fighting in any way specific to depression. But I think, in general, just because we can't see a point, that doesn't mean there isn't one. I mean, think about all the things that work, but the workings are hidden to us. You can't see an antibiotic fight off infection. You can't see your body take nutrients from food. You can't see feelings. Sometimes, we can't see a point.
Not many people knew why I withdrew - depression robbed me of my words.Bastard. It robbed us, too.
Even answering a simple email was intimidating - all that blank white space and no words to fill them, even to say "I'll meet you at 7:00 on Saturday." I was ashamed of it, quite frankly. When I got my words back, I filled pages and pages. I've lost a lot of my old style; it may or may not come back. What I write feels honest, though, and the words are there; sometimes struggling mightily to come out. I'll take it.This is so good, and so good that you're telling us, too. That's a big win, by itself.
Comfy as they are, they're not the most flattering things, you know? With the big stretched out knees and all? Also, being in my jammies reduces me to a state of not wanting to go outside at all, if I can help it.
Da man's so in your blood, you can't even see how oppressed you are. Up the revolution!
Aimee, can she do accents?
She can!!
Whiny, More Whiny, and Whiniest of All.
Da man's so in your blood, you can't even see how oppressed you are. Up the revolution!
Snerk.
Whiny, More Whiny, and Whiniest of All.
Bwah!
kate, I only got to meet you for a little while at Deb's during SF2F, but I was so glad I did, and I've wondered where you've been since. So glad you're here, and you're fighting, and you have words again.
I just didn't want to put it here, because it turned out so long and because I actually started it in response to your posts, and then felt like I was making your depression all about me Me ME, and didn't want to do that, either, because I'm so glad you're back here.
Don't hold back on my account! If anything about my person hell can support/help someone else in hell, well, it adds another point in answer to my question.
AmyLiz, I longed to talk to you more in SF (and to everyone, really), but the word thing again. Still, going to SF was a point to Natalie Wood instead of the demons, and I'm thankful for it, and to everyone who made it possible (you know who you are, mwah!).
Aimee, see about the Eastern European whine, or perhaps a nice "dingoes ate my baby!" Money, fame and statuettes, you know?
Or would that interfere with the world domination thing?
KATEFATE! Hello, sweetie!
Instead of jammies, can I wear my robe? Or a new fluffy full-length robe? Mmmmm, robe.
I'm glad you have your words back and you're posting again, katefate.
Yeah, that "what's the point?" thing is a bitch. Most of the time I am okay with there not being A Point, but when that existential crap hits it hurts.
I have been extremely productive today, as the toddler is now to the point where he wants to help with chores. Now his daddy is home and they are playing car racing, and I am taking some mental health time to paint.
Aimee, see about the Eastern European whine, or perhaps a nice "dingoes ate my baby!"
Quite honestly, the way she looks at me and the tone of voice she uses sometimes, it's more a "Miranda Priestly" accent.