Look, non-fandom post
Life has been interesting for me the past couple weeks.
For one thing, my godmom and I are looking for apartments with good ratings to move into because our apartment management and newish company (last summer they took over) has continuously gone downhill. Not worth the money my mom’s paying.
The big thing is that I started speaking to my best friend again. Y’all might remember her as the girl that didn’t include me in her life the past two years, since she got her now husband into her life. I’m not gonna lie and say it didn’t hurt something awful since it did, but the thing is I don’t make friends either. I’m friendly, but actually making and sticking with friends is hard for me. So I decided to let go of my past issues and try to work another chance out. Good thing I did. I’ve never seen her this happy before. Seriously, she’s not worrying about her weight (a pressure her mom put on her) or focusing on her family’s issues instead of her own. She’s genuinely happy with this guy, and god am I glad. Her husband is a really nice guy too. Seems to love her and accept her. I went over Thursday and had dinner with them. He cooked and whatever her made was really good. It was nice watching them, getting a feeling of how they balance since I’ve seen him twice not counting that day. Never been formally introduced or anything.
Come to find out, she’s mentioned me to him…a lot. Which makes me feel good since I thought she had just abandoned me outright. Turns out, not so much. That’s good. I’ve missed her like crazy. I’ve known her since I was 4. That’ll be 21 years come September and it’s hard to just ignore a friendship that long. We’ve been best friends since about 2000ish, when we both needed someone to help keep us out of the dark places our depression took us into. I need my friend back. I’m pretty much a loner, very solitary, but sometimes I need to make myself go out. I haven’t had anyone around her to have that happen with, and I know whenever we’re together that something fun will happen.
Three, well, my sugar’s been doing crazy things, of course. It’s a combination of stress and heat. The heat here has been climbing for the most part and it seems to play havoc on my body which makes my sugar drop and do weird dips. I’ll be glad when summer’s gone and fall’s here. I feel loads better then. Anyway, that’s a very tiring thing for me; physically and emotionally I end up zapped of energy for the better part of a day. I have a doc appointment on the 31st and I’ll discuss that. But this fatigue is nothing like my last bout a couple months ago. That time I was so stressed out that I was unable to get energy at all. I hate that, when my body shuts down like that.
Four, I really need to get an exercise routine down. The thing is? I’m so private that I hate to do work out, swim, whatever in front of people. I might just bite the bullet and go swimming one day. Maybe on a day where everyone’s at work. I love to swim. Mama used to call me a fish. I enjoy the feeling of water surrounding me, like it’s keeping me afloat while I do laps. That’s something a lot of people don’t know about me. I hate sitting still and I’ve been doing it for months now. I need a job too, but I need to wait until I see if we’re moving or not.
Five, that really long post I’ve been talking about for a while? I’d expect it in the next couple days. Just need to polish up why I’m feeling it. I don’t want to just broadcast something and not explain why. Just one of my many quirks.
For one thing, my godmom and I are looking for apartments with good ratings to move into because our apartment management and newish company (last summer they took over) has continuously gone downhill. Not worth the money my mom’s paying.
The big thing is that I started speaking to my best friend again. Y’all might remember her as the girl that didn’t include me in her life the past two years, since she got her now husband into her life. I’m not gonna lie and say it didn’t hurt something awful since it did, but the thing is I don’t make friends either. I’m friendly, but actually making and sticking with friends is hard for me. So I decided to let go of my past issues and try to work another chance out. Good thing I did. I’ve never seen her this happy before. Seriously, she’s not worrying about her weight (a pressure her mom put on her) or focusing on her family’s issues instead of her own. She’s genuinely happy with this guy, and god am I glad. Her husband is a really nice guy too. Seems to love her and accept her. I went over Thursday and had dinner with them. He cooked and whatever her made was really good. It was nice watching them, getting a feeling of how they balance since I’ve seen him twice not counting that day. Never been formally introduced or anything.
Come to find out, she’s mentioned me to him…a lot. Which makes me feel good since I thought she had just abandoned me outright. Turns out, not so much. That’s good. I’ve missed her like crazy. I’ve known her since I was 4. That’ll be 21 years come September and it’s hard to just ignore a friendship that long. We’ve been best friends since about 2000ish, when we both needed someone to help keep us out of the dark places our depression took us into. I need my friend back. I’m pretty much a loner, very solitary, but sometimes I need to make myself go out. I haven’t had anyone around her to have that happen with, and I know whenever we’re together that something fun will happen.
Three, well, my sugar’s been doing crazy things, of course. It’s a combination of stress and heat. The heat here has been climbing for the most part and it seems to play havoc on my body which makes my sugar drop and do weird dips. I’ll be glad when summer’s gone and fall’s here. I feel loads better then. Anyway, that’s a very tiring thing for me; physically and emotionally I end up zapped of energy for the better part of a day. I have a doc appointment on the 31st and I’ll discuss that. But this fatigue is nothing like my last bout a couple months ago. That time I was so stressed out that I was unable to get energy at all. I hate that, when my body shuts down like that.
Four, I really need to get an exercise routine down. The thing is? I’m so private that I hate to do work out, swim, whatever in front of people. I might just bite the bullet and go swimming one day. Maybe on a day where everyone’s at work. I love to swim. Mama used to call me a fish. I enjoy the feeling of water surrounding me, like it’s keeping me afloat while I do laps. That’s something a lot of people don’t know about me. I hate sitting still and I’ve been doing it for months now. I need a job too, but I need to wait until I see if we’re moving or not.
Five, that really long post I’ve been talking about for a while? I’d expect it in the next couple days. Just need to polish up why I’m feeling it. I don’t want to just broadcast something and not explain why. Just one of my many quirks.