YOU GUYS!!!! THE QUICK REPLY WINDOW IS ADJUSTABLE IN SIZE!!! :O :O
Emphasis mine, because for REAL though.
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In other news, I've finished the long version of the story - it only took me forever what with work, but hey, it's done now.
Does anyone else want the story of how my girlfriend and I became a couple?
ME! but only if it's a happifying story. I need a happy tale of pleasant conclusions without a great deal of murder and mayhem right now. SO ME, ME, PICK ME!
Your happies should be in your awesomesauce stories. Working on them (even a tiny bit) should feel golden.
Putting wordcount goals on yourself and stressing over them is not the happy path--says someone with experience!!!
OMG, for realz!!!
IKR, like, I know what I SHOULD be doing, and I know what I want to be doing, but changing has never been so simple for me. It's not so much the ol' "Easier said than done" bodingle, as it is the: "I done diggily dug my own grave just in case, cause like, yaknow, who's gonna do it for me, riiight? But I'm an over achiever, damnit, and I done diggily dug the damn dumb grave TOO DEEP, and now I can't get out"
(Sidenote: Plot bunny, A world where everyone digs their own grave as a right of passage to become an adult.... ) So, in essence, I have trapped myself.
Okay, it's one thing for the check-out lady at the grocery store to want to strike up a conversation with the customers, but really, lady, must you ask why I'm not paying for my mother's groceries? I know she thought she was being funny, but it's an embarrassing question to begin with, and what exactly am I supposed to answer? All I could think to do was shrug but instead of letting it go, she goes, "Aw, come on." Like, what, I'm not paying becaise I'm stingy and I'm just supposed to whip out a credit card because you're pressuring me? So all I can think to say in my embarrassment is "I don't have money" to which she responds, "Oh. Are you still in high school?" ._. I say, "No, graduated from college." Then she says "Aaaaw" as if this is sad somehow. ._. For real, lady? So, apparently, I should not only be called out by a total stranger for coming to the grocery store with my mom and not paying for her groceries with money I don't have (my mom said it made her feel like the lady thought she was too old and decrepit to pay for her own groceries), but I should also be pitied for my life not going the way *you* think it should? Oh, and we've also got to say all of this on the one day that there's a very attractive gentleman about my age right behind me hearing the whole thing? It was embarrassing no matter who heard it, but for real, lady, HOW ABOUT YOU MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS???
Next time I'll either use the self checkout or at the very least look carefully and make sure I'm not going to be checked out by the lady who feels the need to embarrass her customers by prying into their business. Good grief!
/end rant
If it helps, the way you explained just now made perfect sense to me.
Keep trying and bringing it up until a solution is found!
NONE of the stuff yon lady did is okay by any stretch and I totes think you should have a preprepared script to chew her out with. Because someone has to chew her out, and if you don't chew her out, who WILL chew her out???
*I like saying "chew out" it's so weird!
maybe you can try to transfer your creative energy towards something else for a while, as a break? art, or a different form of wordsmithing. poetry, spoken word, music. it can help to try something new.
I know how frustrating it can be when drs aren't settled on your diagnosis. I hope you get confirmation soon
I mean, I could, but... I don't know if I even have any creative energy left. It's all like a long distance Saharan Rally where the driver and navigator BOTH forgot to add spare fuel to their car-boot and I'm the car and I don't have anything left, just running on fumes and prayers. I'm not burnt out (been there, done that) I'm tuckered out and worn out and just plain sadded.
Also, my doc is like, very settled on my diagnosis, and has gone so far as to get third opinions all of which seem to agree (because I was there and they told me): Dis bunny right here (me) has got a whole hecka bunch of shinola wrong wid his head place, including mega sads, hyper uber super doober mega sads, SAD, and prolly like four other things that are obscure and weird but seem to fit. SO yeah. :/
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furthermore, I should mention I am not trying to solicit non-medical unprofessional advice from you all for which liability could be construed or settle on a course of action, mostly I'm just venting and talking and getting poop off my chest (the worst place for poop). Thought I should clarify. Also, mega thank to all of you for entertaining my madness in a constructive and supportive manner. It's nice.