Feeling of terrible shame
Last night I had the usual dreams, and then I had terrible feelings of shame when I woke up.
I got up, took my morning meds and biotin supplement, and got dressed. I didn't feel like doing the morning hygiene routines.
I called my mother and asked her if I can come over, she said I can. I took a bus there.
Once at my parents' home, mom answered the door. Dad was home as well and so was my brother; he has grown a handsome beard.
I had coffee and orange juice and buns and tomatoes, and my mom gave me 40 euros. I called my granny, she was doing fine; she still goes picking mushrooms and berries, and goes for walks every day. She is much more active than I am.
After I left, I caught a train to downtown and went to a cosmetics shop to buy myself eyelash serum.
I took a train back home, and went to a supermarket to buy groceries. Once at the cashier line, a man who was dressed lightly; t- shirt and shorts; thanked me, and I asked him why. He said because everyone keeps thanking the cashier, he should too. Then he told me he was just joking and that he doesn't care about my opinion, and he told the cashier that she is young and beautiful.
Is it me or are all straight men simply insane? Every time some strange man starts talking to me, he always degrades me, insults me, makes fun of me, or harasses me sexually.
Once back home, I picked up the stuff Mirette had left, and then I left again.
I took a train downtown and then I took a bus to Mirette's home. We watched this weekend's Masked Singer, and then we left and went to a light art festival in Mirette's old hometown. It took us a while to find the place, but it was nice. We were in a good mood.
After that, we went to a supermarket that was open till midnight.
We took the same subway, Mirette got off at her hometown and I went to another town and picked up some trash. I took a bus back home.
I was home at midnight, took my evening meds, and went to bed. This time I didn't get a panic attack.
I got up, took my morning meds and biotin supplement, and got dressed. I didn't feel like doing the morning hygiene routines.
I called my mother and asked her if I can come over, she said I can. I took a bus there.
Once at my parents' home, mom answered the door. Dad was home as well and so was my brother; he has grown a handsome beard.
I had coffee and orange juice and buns and tomatoes, and my mom gave me 40 euros. I called my granny, she was doing fine; she still goes picking mushrooms and berries, and goes for walks every day. She is much more active than I am.
After I left, I caught a train to downtown and went to a cosmetics shop to buy myself eyelash serum.
I took a train back home, and went to a supermarket to buy groceries. Once at the cashier line, a man who was dressed lightly; t- shirt and shorts; thanked me, and I asked him why. He said because everyone keeps thanking the cashier, he should too. Then he told me he was just joking and that he doesn't care about my opinion, and he told the cashier that she is young and beautiful.
Is it me or are all straight men simply insane? Every time some strange man starts talking to me, he always degrades me, insults me, makes fun of me, or harasses me sexually.
Once back home, I picked up the stuff Mirette had left, and then I left again.
I took a train downtown and then I took a bus to Mirette's home. We watched this weekend's Masked Singer, and then we left and went to a light art festival in Mirette's old hometown. It took us a while to find the place, but it was nice. We were in a good mood.
After that, we went to a supermarket that was open till midnight.
We took the same subway, Mirette got off at her hometown and I went to another town and picked up some trash. I took a bus back home.
I was home at midnight, took my evening meds, and went to bed. This time I didn't get a panic attack.