As someone currently stuck in a service gig, thank you. We might not always show it, but at the end of the day, a good customer interaction is a bright spot. Many of us are tired, in every way you can think of. I have watched my coworkers lose and find a religion in the back freezer, all within one 10 minute cry break.
“What if there’s too much fire?” remains surprisingly relevant.
Though I guess we do have bigger expectations of what’s too much fire, given regular events.
That’s the great/terrible thing about parts of the U.S this time of year! You can do both in the same day! You can watch as the alerts for burn risk due to low humidity and high temperatures pops up alongside the freeze warning for the night.
It’s just the best! I fucking hate it! You stay in layers until the sudden onset of heatstroke. You get to feel like the Mad Hatter is in control of the thermostat, always ready to change layers.
You said you tried powdered drink mixes, have you tried the liquid? I cannot stand the powdered variety, either. I feel like you have more control over the flavor and the mix with the liquid varieties.
They’ve really helped me kick my soda habit.
ETA: Just some recommendations, avoid the Crystal Light brand, they taste like artificial sweetener. I personally go for generic store brands(Laura Lynn, Great Value), but Mio is a solid choice with a wide range of flavors. Just avoid their Iced Tea unless you really like canned tea. That’s exactly what it tastes like.
If that kills the vibe, you got the wrong crowd.
Sometimes it’s not about being that person, but finding the people who draw that person out of you naturally.
Sorry for looking at this a bit deeper than I really should. Hitting on something I’ve been really thinking about lately.
You got a real funny way of spelling Vampire the Masquerade: Bloodlines.
Like you need more reasons to hate being born on a holiday. One gift covering two things is already bullshit!
A week, the fact that I love the Evangelion manga but don’t like the anime(though I do enjoy the movies. I don’t know what it is), and I genuinely have no fucking clue why I kept engaging.
I think we just kinda gave up, in the end. There wasn’t ever really a point, it wasn’t even a “thing is bad” argument, it was “I just don’t really enjoy experiencing thing x way” “here’s why you’re wrong for that”.
Surviving.
Right now, it feels like all I can do. Keep going, keep reaching out to other members of the local LGBT community to help be a wall to lean on, keep telling my partners that I love them. Keep sheltering whatever tiny spark is left.
And making sure that spark is fed, in whatever little ways I can. Letting myself be more open, letting my colors flash a bit more. Trying to smile in the face of hate.
As to my take on the situation, it’s fucked. There’s no nuance to it. We’re watching our siblings and ourselves being actively erased, waking up wondering when our actual existence will be a crime. Even if we make it through, things somehow get better, there’s so much trust that has been completely broken.
Our government has pissed on lines that, even with a total change of leadership, will take time to repair. Both within the country and on a global scale. Many people within the country have done the same, there will be no taking back things said and done while they thought it was “okay”. There’s no forgetting the hate that has been exposed.
Sadly we had to work the day of, and one of us had a client early the next morning, but we watched Mars Express together and then played a little Stardew Valley. It wasn’t much, kinda really just things we’d already do together, but it was actually really nice.
This could be total bullshit, but the way I’ve heard it is that our pain response can trigger something like a “play” response for certain birds. The reaction is a form of encouragement.
Totally justified punishment for magic doping. There is supposed to be honor and respect to a proper wizard fistfight!
Though the Wizard world has some… Problems
Protip: To kill Death, shoot it until it dies.
Given my experiences with kids, be prepared to be non-negotiable for awhile, but that’s not a bad thing. Says that the time with you makes the kid feel safe enough that whatever the problem might be aren’t bad enough to say no.
And if it is a trauma, you’re helping work through it, in a way. Maybe not the core experience, but at least helping disconnect part of the experience, reframe it as something not traumatic.
“Hell has all the best musicians”.
Stepfather. Was the only reason I got my chance to get out before things got really bad, my father finally sat my mother down and threatened to take everything to court if he had to, she could stay in the shit if she wanted, but he was getting me out and getting everything we needed to protect ourselves.
It really does cut both ways. I feel like it’s easy for both sides to get wrapped up in this just being another face in the sea of millions. Another person to deal with.
Especially when we have a lot going on. Where they might not know the shitshow playing out in the back of house, we can’t know the show going on back at theirs.