I have a lot of erasing to do, and I want it clean.
I'm currently negotiating with my sister to see which of her exes I can sleep with. It's a longer conversation than you'd imagine.
Jayne ,'The Train Job'
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I have a lot of erasing to do, and I want it clean.
I'm currently negotiating with my sister to see which of her exes I can sleep with. It's a longer conversation than you'd imagine.
I did one of my onerous tasks. Therapy was hard today. I may not finish my other onerous task (writing the proposal) tonight, because after talking to the therapist about all my projects, and all of the Stuff I Constantly Think About, she very pointedly asked when I relaxed and gave my brain down time. Er? In the bath? Sometimes? When I'm not writing in a notebook or fretting about the things I should be doing, but haven't?
Man, this mental health thing is HARD. Repressing like a Winchester is way easier. Not healthier, but easier.
Repressing like a Winchester is way easier. Not healthier, but easier.
That way lies THE END OF THE WORLD, sweetie.
Still negotiating with the sister.
When the hell did that happen???
That's awesome, Kathy. What's cool is that you're really loving it, too. I'm hoping yoga will be that for me.
If I ever go again, that is.
she very pointedly asked when I relaxed and gave my brain down time
Dude. Give your brain a break! You and your brain deserve it.
I hear you, Jilli. I seem to have two settings -- ON and OFF. I am constantly having to train myself to NOT think of "do it all or nothing."
You need some downtime, hon; but I get it, downtime is thinking time and that can kinda suck.
Repressing like a Winchester is way easier. Not healthier, but easier.
This is pretty much how I've lived my life. Not sure I recommend it.
That's one of the reasons I love my swim time. I can hold few thoughts: what lap I'm on (I keep track by factoring down to primes) and MAYBE one other thing. Like a narrative, fictional or otherwise (tonight's was wondering about Egyptian protesters) or making lists of what I need to do, in between the numbers. Nothing long term, nothing that can stick.
And that's a blessing to me these days. I'm not quite as crazed as I was in 2009, but even with the shit coming my way now, I'm a lot more calm. Less crawly back, bigtime. I count on that time.
Gah. Ordered a Spinach Artichoke pizza and the delivery guy got lost in our complex. When we finally got the pizza it was Pepperoni. I called them and they said they would send the right one out quickly. I made the original call 90 minutes ago. We iz HUNGRY.
I am a Winchester repressor, but then I bawl like a baby about the poor doggies who were abandoned on the lake.
I also had a bad therapy experience, plus, when I went on anti-depressants, the things that had bothered me so much seemed so little.
That way lies THE END OF THE WORLD, sweetie.
But it means I get to be the Antichrist and be tall and stuff! I can bring about the END OF THE WORLD and see what's on the top shelves!
... you're not buying this, are you?