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How is tomorrow Friday already? Seriously, I don't even remember Monday happening, other than getting the bus to and from work. No clue what I did. This is why my boss' idea that I email her at the end of the week to tell her what I've done (which, control freak much? but that's a whole different post) isn't ever going to work - I can't usually remember what I did *that* day, never mind four days ago.
Just finished wrapping almost all my Christmas presents (I ran out of paper, so some are naked, and six are still to be bought) and would feel very efficient except that the only reason I'm doing it today is that my parents are coming tomorrow and will take all my presents back with them to save me having to lug them on a train in a couple of weeks. So really this is less efficient and more like doing it last thing on Christmas Eve.
Sign that life's getting a little out of hand (just for a change) and my parents are, as I said, coming for the weekend, so comment replies may be a little (lot) delayed. Apologies. It's nothing personal, promise.
Also, I'm really starting to wonder if fandom has totally warped my perception of reality (don't answer that). I was in training yesterday and sado-masochism came up (as it does) and someone said that it was inherently non-consensual, and I was the only person sitting there going, well, no. Just, no. And was explaining why, and people were looking at me like I was crazy. And not even the trainers stepped in (not that that's unusual. It's actually weird for me to be in a room where people are agreeing with me unless it's a domestic violence meeting). And I'm sitting there thinking, what's wrong with you all that this seems so out there and incomprehensible to you? I'm the youngest person in this room, how am I the least sheltered person here?
Which is doubly depressing because everyone I know thinks of me as this sheltered naive little thing, and it bugs me no end. One of my friends asked me the other day if I wasn't used to being around drunk people! Five years of university, for pity's sake. People apologising for swearing in front of me - sometimes to me exclusively, not to other women in the group. One of my closest friends continues to be shocked that she takes me to BDSM social events and I'm not scarred by it.
Some days, I really want to print out a couple of my explicit fics and go, 'here. Now lets talked innocent and sheltered.' Polite =/= clueless.
The rest of the time, of course, I turn it to my own ends - the sheer volume of stuff I know that I shouldn't know and have been sworn to secret on is staggering, just cos people think I'm too nice to blab. Which, I mean, I am, but most of them really don't know me well enough to judge.
Also, nearly everyone I meet thinks I'm a vegetarian, often even after going for dinner with me and seeing me eat meat. I do not know why.
Just finished wrapping almost all my Christmas presents (I ran out of paper, so some are naked, and six are still to be bought) and would feel very efficient except that the only reason I'm doing it today is that my parents are coming tomorrow and will take all my presents back with them to save me having to lug them on a train in a couple of weeks. So really this is less efficient and more like doing it last thing on Christmas Eve.
Sign that life's getting a little out of hand (just for a change) and my parents are, as I said, coming for the weekend, so comment replies may be a little (lot) delayed. Apologies. It's nothing personal, promise.
Also, I'm really starting to wonder if fandom has totally warped my perception of reality (don't answer that). I was in training yesterday and sado-masochism came up (as it does) and someone said that it was inherently non-consensual, and I was the only person sitting there going, well, no. Just, no. And was explaining why, and people were looking at me like I was crazy. And not even the trainers stepped in (not that that's unusual. It's actually weird for me to be in a room where people are agreeing with me unless it's a domestic violence meeting). And I'm sitting there thinking, what's wrong with you all that this seems so out there and incomprehensible to you? I'm the youngest person in this room, how am I the least sheltered person here?
Which is doubly depressing because everyone I know thinks of me as this sheltered naive little thing, and it bugs me no end. One of my friends asked me the other day if I wasn't used to being around drunk people! Five years of university, for pity's sake. People apologising for swearing in front of me - sometimes to me exclusively, not to other women in the group. One of my closest friends continues to be shocked that she takes me to BDSM social events and I'm not scarred by it.
Some days, I really want to print out a couple of my explicit fics and go, 'here. Now lets talked innocent and sheltered.' Polite =/= clueless.
The rest of the time, of course, I turn it to my own ends - the sheer volume of stuff I know that I shouldn't know and have been sworn to secret on is staggering, just cos people think I'm too nice to blab. Which, I mean, I am, but most of them really don't know me well enough to judge.
Also, nearly everyone I meet thinks I'm a vegetarian, often even after going for dinner with me and seeing me eat meat. I do not know why.