pink, magenta, scarlet, maroon, other shades of flags
I need to send my resume to 2 folks - one festival-seasonal and one full time.
I ... don't think I miss people. I miss feelings. I miss feeling understood. Respected. Competent. Included. Productive.
I'm worried. I was self isolating. Some of it was sheer exhaustion (SHUTUP CHIKA, YOU JUST HAD THIS CONVERSATION THREE HOURS AGO WITH YOUR BF AND THERE'S NO WALL BETWEEN US AND WE CAN HEAR THE HOURS OF BABBLING) and some of it was just lack of coordination. Also lack of down time. But I realized that while I may not be able to date birders, when I'm with people I can cuddle and brain with, I don't particularly need/want/miss sex. And if I'm well rested and/or fed, I am hugely patient with random people.
Unfortunately I'm discovering the clash of personalities.
I have a very low tolerance for artificial smells and the people in the clouds thereof.
I have a very low tolerance for people who shit upon My People.
But I'm also discovering that some of My People have no problem shitting upon each other. Mrf.
the playlist in my head had a rough weekend, at least for the drive down to the second weekend. i did quite a bit of crying. i am ready for sleeping. definitely the sleeping.
the depressive realizations of "these are the first live x i've seen in a year" or "the last one of these i saw was in my freezer" ....is a hit. maybe moreso now than when it was new to me.
perspective.