pardon me
I think the thing that sucks the most about this year is the predictability. I've taken huge steps forward, waited for the other shoe to drop, and found that not only the shoe but my pants as well fell victim to the cruel mistress that is gravity. That is, I lost more that I gained with every step. And I knew it. Even after I learned to keep my mouth shut, I still continue to reap the benefits of bipolar karma.
The stakes are getting higher. I now have less than two months to find myself a suitable living arrangement. Which, for normal people, is not a big deal. But because of my situation, the "suitable living arrangement" parameters are rather narrow. If your dog barks, it is not fair to live in a tightly populated apartment. So, one looks to a house. Alright. Now find one that even allows dogs. Or one that is even near the occupation that one uses to pair for said house.
Take one step at a time, the therapist says. Stop worrying about bad things, because they are always going to happen, the therapist says. What a load of crap.
::beamy out::
The stakes are getting higher. I now have less than two months to find myself a suitable living arrangement. Which, for normal people, is not a big deal. But because of my situation, the "suitable living arrangement" parameters are rather narrow. If your dog barks, it is not fair to live in a tightly populated apartment. So, one looks to a house. Alright. Now find one that even allows dogs. Or one that is even near the occupation that one uses to pair for said house.
Take one step at a time, the therapist says. Stop worrying about bad things, because they are always going to happen, the therapist says. What a load of crap.
::beamy out::