beating like a heart, i'm going to walk through every door i can start
In my last session with my therapist, he told me he's not going to bother getting IFS credentials, and I said, why?
and he said, well, I don't expect to have more than ten years to use them in,
and I said, what?! well, I mean, how old are you, wait, you don't have to answer that if you don't want to, which is the way I usually ask impertinent questions
so then my therapist, who is a genial older man that I get along with quite well but whose advice I have been assuming is coming from someone my parents' age or so, says, amused: "eighty-five"!
Wow. Okay so yes, I live in the land of long-lived hippies who are 80 and look like they're 60 (my landlords) and or are 55 and look like they're 40 (my swim-'biddy')--but genuinely dude is in way better shape than my parents or Trav's. Wow.
Anyway he's been encouraging me to bring in other media to getting out my memorikes besides typing them out and he thinks my lack of artistic practice is perfect fodder for comics and before I was like "nahhhh"--
BUT NOW I TAKE HIM WAY MORE SERIOUSLY YOU GUYS. Because he is hella old! Like, I realized I was trying harder to follow his advice and of course every observation I make has to be followed by analysis
--BECAUSE I'M FUCKING AUTISTIC (always have been) (hello echolalia)--
and LITERALLY my train of thought went like this: I think I value his opinion more because he's like, that old, and is still doing so well when he's actually seen some shit.
Then my train of thought kept going.
I know too many idiots my parents age who *think* they've seen shit but actually just made it go to shit, but yeah, maybe I just like grandparents better, who knows--omg do i trust him more because he's closer to death
so then I texted
panda and long story short my comic will be the adventures of Grim Reaper and Plague Doc and here's the inspo which I already owned, they are squishables, you are welcome:
Originally posted at Dreamwidth. Comment there (
), or feel free to comment here.
and he said, well, I don't expect to have more than ten years to use them in,
and I said, what?! well, I mean, how old are you, wait, you don't have to answer that if you don't want to, which is the way I usually ask impertinent questions
so then my therapist, who is a genial older man that I get along with quite well but whose advice I have been assuming is coming from someone my parents' age or so, says, amused: "eighty-five"!
Wow. Okay so yes, I live in the land of long-lived hippies who are 80 and look like they're 60 (my landlords) and or are 55 and look like they're 40 (my swim-'biddy')--but genuinely dude is in way better shape than my parents or Trav's. Wow.
Anyway he's been encouraging me to bring in other media to getting out my memorikes besides typing them out and he thinks my lack of artistic practice is perfect fodder for comics and before I was like "nahhhh"--
BUT NOW I TAKE HIM WAY MORE SERIOUSLY YOU GUYS. Because he is hella old! Like, I realized I was trying harder to follow his advice and of course every observation I make has to be followed by analysis
--BECAUSE I'M FUCKING AUTISTIC (always have been) (hello echolalia)--
and LITERALLY my train of thought went like this: I think I value his opinion more because he's like, that old, and is still doing so well when he's actually seen some shit.
Then my train of thought kept going.
I know too many idiots my parents age who *think* they've seen shit but actually just made it go to shit, but yeah, maybe I just like grandparents better, who knows--omg do i trust him more because he's closer to death
so then I texted
panda and long story short my comic will be the adventures of Grim Reaper and Plague Doc and here's the inspo which I already owned, they are squishables, you are welcome:
Originally posted at Dreamwidth. Comment there (
), or feel free to comment here.