So many changes.
Yep. Here I am. Stop staring.
Things have changed so much, I can't keep up with myself. I miss posting here, but I also feel diversified by social media and stunningly non-fannish. I'm non-fannish in a way I haven't been in YEARS. I'm trying to put my thoughts together about fandom intersecting with depression and social anxiety... based on my experience solely, and maybe I will. As the depression has lifted and since my husband moved out... I've been less inclined to focus on anything fannish, and have had a hard time concentrating on even my most beloved shows. (Also, some of my most beloved shows were fucking cancelled, so).
I have thoughts and stuff, still, about TV shows and films and books and theater and TV SHOWS. But I sort of feel I might try to serve it up as blog fodder for portfolio-building purposes and getting the job of my dreams. Which is still a long way off, and some days I self-loathe in a manner befitting a disturbed person, of which I am no longer technically one.
Part of me wants to filter the hell out of LJ and talk about being 44 and single and having some (shhhh) sex. Ew gross! Don't do it! Also, who wants to hear about sexual "conquests" OR awkward dating WTF-ery here? We come here to dissect Doctor Who and talk about why SyFy's "Helix" is intriguing but boring at the same time, right?
I don't have the answers, as usual. I just ask myself all the questions. Also, I know that not sharing any fannish interests does not mean I can't come over to LJ and dump a lot of nonsense on y'all. :)
I still have really down moments. Coupled with fear that the Depression is back, or will continue to dog my footsteps. Then I have really great moments, where life seems colorful again, I can breathe, and sometimes I feel joy with family or friends, or just a pretty view.
Who's watching True Detective? Did you know Jamie Bamber is in a new show called The Smoke? It's sort of a British version (i.e. grittier and more depressing) of Chicago Fire. In that it's about firemen. That's all I got right now...
Things have changed so much, I can't keep up with myself. I miss posting here, but I also feel diversified by social media and stunningly non-fannish. I'm non-fannish in a way I haven't been in YEARS. I'm trying to put my thoughts together about fandom intersecting with depression and social anxiety... based on my experience solely, and maybe I will. As the depression has lifted and since my husband moved out... I've been less inclined to focus on anything fannish, and have had a hard time concentrating on even my most beloved shows. (Also, some of my most beloved shows were fucking cancelled, so).
I have thoughts and stuff, still, about TV shows and films and books and theater and TV SHOWS. But I sort of feel I might try to serve it up as blog fodder for portfolio-building purposes and getting the job of my dreams. Which is still a long way off, and some days I self-loathe in a manner befitting a disturbed person, of which I am no longer technically one.
Part of me wants to filter the hell out of LJ and talk about being 44 and single and having some (shhhh) sex. Ew gross! Don't do it! Also, who wants to hear about sexual "conquests" OR awkward dating WTF-ery here? We come here to dissect Doctor Who and talk about why SyFy's "Helix" is intriguing but boring at the same time, right?
I don't have the answers, as usual. I just ask myself all the questions. Also, I know that not sharing any fannish interests does not mean I can't come over to LJ and dump a lot of nonsense on y'all. :)
I still have really down moments. Coupled with fear that the Depression is back, or will continue to dog my footsteps. Then I have really great moments, where life seems colorful again, I can breathe, and sometimes I feel joy with family or friends, or just a pretty view.
Who's watching True Detective? Did you know Jamie Bamber is in a new show called The Smoke? It's sort of a British version (i.e. grittier and more depressing) of Chicago Fire. In that it's about firemen. That's all I got right now...