I mowed the lawn today, for the last time before winter. When I mow the lawn, I listen to Welcome to Night Vale- but I ran out of episodes, so I switched to a real world history podcast at the end.
Boy, did that feel WEIRD.
This week we’re going back to the basics: Put it away, not down. Save yourself from wasting time and creating a mess by dealing with every item you handle the right way, right away.
Don’t put that coffee cup down on the counter, wash it or put it in the dishwasher. Bringing purchases into the house? Put them away and stash the bags right away. When you kick your shoes off at the end of the day, put them back where they belong instead of leaving them wherever they fall.
Put it away, not down.
The exact opposite of the story of my life.
I’m sorry. Yeah, she’s an asshole, and you were right.
If you’re apologising for talking about this, don’t, because I started it. And then I changed my mind and decided I didn’t want to talk about it because *insert fart noise*
If you’re just saying you’re sorry about me having to deal with her, then thank you :)
(I am overthinking this aren’t I :P )
Yeah. Her being a jerk literally has no emotional toll on her, while you having to deal with her unapologetic pro-murder opinions IS exhausting. It’s not the same at all.
She was laughing and I was shaking and crying. Literally. Because she was talking about how everything is perfect and no one is being hurt, while I was talking about how people got really really hurt.
Eh, anyway, I shouldn’t have brought this back up again :D Let’s not talk about that jerk anymore :) :) (thanks for the support, though)
self diagnosing is so hard because everytime you’re like “maybe I am mentally ill” theres also a big part of you going “nah you’re probably just a naturally lazy/nasty/disgusting/useless person trying to find an excuse for your behavior” because of the institutionalized ableism that runs through everything
So go to the doctor and get an actual diagnosis?
Why don’t poor people just buy more money?
I mean, also, the moment you put a diagnosis on paper, or even VISIT a psych, you now have something you need to report to future employers/insurance/etc. you might be needing and you risk getting fired/higher insurance rates/etc. which keeps you broke. Funny how that happens.
I’ve never had to report visiting a psychiatrist to any employer. I’m not even sure it’s legal for them to ask that. I’m not commenting on the rest of this, but I don’t think that part is accurate.
Going back to the original post, I think the biggest problem is finding a doctor who’s going to be a good match for you, make you feel comfortable, accurately diagnose you, and not mistake valid parts of your identity for disorders. How are you supposed to know?…Good question.
I was! But no worries, because to be honest she still managed to make me feel uncertain of whether I hadn’t been impolite, so…that sort of ‘splaining makes me feel stronger about it. She was trying to make me feel like she was more mature because she could discuss this..when in fact it’s perfectly okay for me NOT to want to discuss it with her. I don’t have to talk to anyone I don’t want to talk to and I don’t have to give respect to viewpoints I find offensive.
Setting boundaries/self preservation <3
Ha, this reminds me of that lovely conversation I had during a road trip the other day with a racist jerk, when I told her I was done and didn’t want to talk to her anymore, she said she found my attitude insulting to her and that she didn’t know why I wasn’t interested in conversing with someone who has different opinions.
I had apparently breached some strange rule of etiquette that says you must continue to talk to a person even if you find their opinions so disgusting and appalling that you don’t want to have anything to do with them.