It's a two 5-HTP day....
Likely due to hormones, plus, I forgot to take my 5-HTP (a naturally-occurring serotonin precursor, which I take to manage my depression; the side-effects for pharmaceutical depression meds make me nervous just reading the list) till I got back from running some errands this afternoon. Possibly it was brought on by some rude teenage boys being rude to me when I got off the bus on my return from said errands. Please, young men, using that kind of language would turn off a two-dollar hooker, never mind a college-educated woman who's old enough to be your mother. My response was to walk past them as if they the posts of a nearby guard rail. I know, I know, I should confront them about this use of abusive, misogynistic language and that I should stand up for womynkind, but I have often found that confronting these kids is as bad as getting visibly upset. They generally want to get a rise out of you, so treating them like part of the scenery is the best way to deal with them.
Also I may have gotten a bit broken by a late season episode of Stargate SG-1: I generally shake my head at the people who fall all over themselves over the death of a character (and I'm in a fandom where there's been some pretty atrocious behavior toward the creators regarding same), which makes me feel like a hypocrite when I catch myself choking up a bit during a character death scene. I guess I just handle it better, perhaps because I've lost a close loved one (my paternal grandfather, after a chronic illness).
Sorry for the rant: it's been that kind of a day. Bright spot, though: the hole in the wall bookstore in Lowell was stocking the recently rediscovered "The Fall of Arthur", by J.R.R. Tolkien, a fragmentary attempt at Arthurian poetry by the same gent who brought us The Hobbit and the Lord of the Rings. When I'd heard about this, I got really excited, since it combines two big things in fantasy lit that I utterly love, so it's been pretty much the one book I'd been looking forward to this summer.
Also I may have gotten a bit broken by a late season episode of Stargate SG-1: I generally shake my head at the people who fall all over themselves over the death of a character (and I'm in a fandom where there's been some pretty atrocious behavior toward the creators regarding same), which makes me feel like a hypocrite when I catch myself choking up a bit during a character death scene. I guess I just handle it better, perhaps because I've lost a close loved one (my paternal grandfather, after a chronic illness).
Sorry for the rant: it's been that kind of a day. Bright spot, though: the hole in the wall bookstore in Lowell was stocking the recently rediscovered "The Fall of Arthur", by J.R.R. Tolkien, a fragmentary attempt at Arthurian poetry by the same gent who brought us The Hobbit and the Lord of the Rings. When I'd heard about this, I got really excited, since it combines two big things in fantasy lit that I utterly love, so it's been pretty much the one book I'd been looking forward to this summer.