In which little happens, but somehow I'm very tired anyway

[anti_cyclone]

It's been a strange, null couple of days. Yesterday, the teacher of our morning drawing class wasn't there, and our afternoon class was entirely taken up by a guest speaker. (One of my bookbinding and typesetting teachers, in fact, which was really very cool.) Today I discovered that I had been entirely wrong, and that our color reports aren't

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[sanspoof]

Hey, semirelatedly, I've just found out that PTSD sufferers tend to have strong visual memories of their stressor, as opposed to verbal. Now, I know that you can sort of reshape and/or overwrite some of a visual memory by verbalising it, so... maybe that's something you might check out? Maybe writing an account?

[anti_cyclone]

Hm, that's interesting. I know I wrote a lot about various incidents involving Jeremy, and it seemed to help a bit. Once I write the bad stuff down, I stop obsessing over it quite so much. I think it may still be too soon for some things, since even just thinking about how to organize them into words makes me get all tied in knots.

[jope]

Then don't organize them initially. You're trying to short-circuit them, not make a collage. Though making a collage might not be a bad idea later, once they've been rendered less toxic.

Re: screw cheerfulness

[anti_cyclone]

I've had an invitation to Thanksgiving dinner, and I'm sitting here second-guessing myself about whether or not I should go. On the one hand, it's very kind of the people who invited me, and it seems like it would be ungrateful and rude to turn them down. But on the other hand, I'd like to still be speaking to them in February, and I have this irrational, superstitious fear that visiting will ultimately bring disaster.

The idea of going to a Chinese restaurant instead is awfully appealing. Or even staying home, sleeping late, and cooking something by myself.

[3] makes me laugh. Though it's also sad: the service industries *cough* never get a day off.

[anti_cyclone]

It's too bad there's not some way to gather together all the cranky, solitary internet people on holidays, for a decidedly non-traditional celebration. It seems like it would be much more fun than the usual onslaught of relatives and well-meaning acquaintances and people full of the glow of holiday cheer. Not so much a "Bah! Humbug!" as a "We're doing it our way now!"

[jope]

Bah! We do that most years. Though it's more like all folks who are orphaned, estranged or too poor to travel home.