I always hope for sanity to prevail, Zen. It leads to rage and disappointment, but I still have to hope things change.
Sometimes when I'm sitting in class... You know, I'm not thinking about class, 'cause that would never happen. I think about kissing you. And it's like everything stops. It's like, it's like freeze frame. Willow kissage.
Oz ,'First Date'
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Laura - Feb 07, 2017 10:23:44 am PST #29024 of 30002
Our wings are not tired.
Zenkitty - Feb 07, 2017 10:25:34 am PST #29025 of 30002
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
BUFFISTA SUPERPAC. We start a Kickstarter, buy us a Senator, and install ourselves in positions we're unqualified for!
Steph L. - Feb 07, 2017 10:26:10 am PST #29026 of 30002
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
I'm not qualified for ANYTHING! This will be great!
Steph L. - Feb 07, 2017 1:41:38 pm PST #29027 of 30002
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
The memorial service for our friend who died last week is tonight, and it's also my improv class night, and I chose class. I have very very few mental-health spoons in general right now, and this is a memorial service among the kink-friendly friend group, and it's going to be a large event, and too many of those people are emotionally draining at a casual dinner, so I can't even imagine what they'll be like at a memorial service, and they'll all want to HUG* and I might fucking punch someone if they tried to hug me -- THAT is how few mental-health spoons I have right now.
*(To be clear, their grief is real, and people are gonna express it in lots of different ways, and those are generally within the boundaries of accepted expressions of grief. I have zero quarrel with them grieving for our friend. *I* am the one who can't handle being around their grief, and can't handle people who are going to need hugs.)
Also, I missed class last week because my cold was so bad, so I didn't want to miss tonight. But honestly, I chose class because it's the only thing I have spoons for. Tim went to the memorial with a card that I wrote for his girlfriend, and he's totally fine with me not going. I feel a small amount of guilt, but I *actually* mostly feel guilt for NOT feeling guiltier about not going.
But...no. I don't have it in me right now.
Scrappy - Feb 07, 2017 1:53:09 pm PST #29028 of 30002
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
I think class is the right way to go, Teppy.
Laura - Feb 07, 2017 1:56:58 pm PST #29029 of 30002
Our wings are not tired.
That is the best choice, Steph. Tim representing your family should take away even the remnants of guilt. Enjoy class. I am sure your friend would support this choice.
Connie Neil - Feb 07, 2017 2:07:33 pm PST #29030 of 30002
brillig
Much simpler for you to manage your own capabilities than try to deal with other people's capabilities interfering with yours.
Burrell - Feb 07, 2017 2:09:10 pm PST #29031 of 30002
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
Steph, I think self care comes first, your friends will understand
askye - Feb 07, 2017 2:11:18 pm PST #29032 of 30002
Thrive to spite them
Class sounds like the better way.
I blanked on it being Tuesday and missed thereapy but I'm going tomorrow and Thursday (starting the 2x a week thing). Now I have to remember those appointments
smonster - Feb 07, 2017 5:39:32 pm PST #29033 of 30002
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Solid choice, Steph.
I have hit the "why bother" numbish level of depression. It's been a long time since I was here and I don't like it. I just don't have any hope that things are going to get better for me on a personal level WRT career and love life, and the overarching shitshow that is our country just puts the cherry on top. I'm just going through the motions, and it's good that I'm doing that, but I'm so. tired. Therapy Friday, so yay for that.