as of late....
Had a couple distressing weeks and I'm really glad for a lazy weekend. So, okay, my problems are pretty meager in comparison to most other people's ...
I made my mom cry, in the I-don't-know-you-anymore variety, mostly to do with religious and ideological schisms. I tried for subtle, gradual change but I knew things would reaching a breaking point eventually. I didn't realize it would be so crushingly miserable; I feel I've failed as a child. I feel like a plague. And we haven't even confronted things fully yet. I'm dreading it a bit, but at least I'll have some sort of closure.
The other things are the minor sort that just compound into an ugly mass. I cleaned out part of the basement--it was filthy, like it hadn't been cleaned in ten years, lots of cobwebs and cricket carcasses that disintegrate into a black smear instead of being swept up--and broke a window just by prodding it. I lost my ID badge, spent a frustrating hour backtracking without luck, spent an hour on hold with ID processing before I figured they had forgotten about me (they had), purchased a new ID, spent another hour fixing facility access as everything had gotten reset. I spilled bleach on one of my favorite shirts. And today I got bitten my one of the mutant rats (lab rat bites are pretty rare, BTW, but hella bloody and painful when they do happen) and still no sign of superpowers.
It's done, though, or it'll pass. I think I'll try and stretch some creative muscle this weekend, and spend more time outdoors while it's not too chilly. It's the housemate's turn to clean, after all ^^
I made my mom cry, in the I-don't-know-you-anymore variety, mostly to do with religious and ideological schisms. I tried for subtle, gradual change but I knew things would reaching a breaking point eventually. I didn't realize it would be so crushingly miserable; I feel I've failed as a child. I feel like a plague. And we haven't even confronted things fully yet. I'm dreading it a bit, but at least I'll have some sort of closure.
The other things are the minor sort that just compound into an ugly mass. I cleaned out part of the basement--it was filthy, like it hadn't been cleaned in ten years, lots of cobwebs and cricket carcasses that disintegrate into a black smear instead of being swept up--and broke a window just by prodding it. I lost my ID badge, spent a frustrating hour backtracking without luck, spent an hour on hold with ID processing before I figured they had forgotten about me (they had), purchased a new ID, spent another hour fixing facility access as everything had gotten reset. I spilled bleach on one of my favorite shirts. And today I got bitten my one of the mutant rats (lab rat bites are pretty rare, BTW, but hella bloody and painful when they do happen) and still no sign of superpowers.
It's done, though, or it'll pass. I think I'll try and stretch some creative muscle this weekend, and spend more time outdoors while it's not too chilly. It's the housemate's turn to clean, after all ^^