Just saw a criticism of my governor that was "He works to make people's lives better, but within the existing political framework."
Ok??? As opposed to working to make people's lives worse? Or only engaging with fantasy politics?
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Just saw a criticism of my governor that was "He works to make people's lives better, but within the existing political framework."
Ok??? As opposed to working to make people's lives worse? Or only engaging with fantasy politics?
Ok I’m gonna complain so please feel free to jump past this if you don’t what to read me whining processing my emotions via text.
Gods I hate my job. It feels like every time I go to work I’m shaving my soul with a cheese grater. I spend so much of the time when I’m not working dreading going back to work. Like sometimes I’m so anxious about it my stomach hurts.
I have panic attacks about it regularly, and they’ve been more frequent and enduring lately. Sometimes I’m literally crying and shaking as I put on my shoes and grab my bag and walk out the door.
I think a big problem is that I have to mask the entire time (autistically). I also do not trust my employers to assign me to clients who are friendly to trans folks, or even do the work to find out if the folks are safe for me. So far nothing has happened to me, but that doesn’t make me feel safe.
I started this job in April and it’s been just over six months and it was always meant to be temporary, but we’ve got too much debt for me to quit, not to mention everything is damn expensive anymore. My GF started her job august and that has helped soooo much, but we’re still barely scraping by each month.
I hate that it’s gone from my job being ‘just for a little while’ (which in my mind was like 3 months) to ‘I just have to find a job I hate less’. I do have an interview Thursday but I don’t feel like I have the energy to prep for it. I also don’t want a new job I want to do what I was doing before this, which was my business (which has suffered since I stopped being able to focus on it full time lol). It was growing but then 2024 hit and the economy or election or hell maybe something I did wrong or just fucking bad luck caused it to nose dive.
My saving ran out, GF didn’t get her certification like we hoped and couldn’t get a higher paying job and spent months looking for any job (she was in a weird over qualified position that made everyone not want to hire her not to mention she’s also trans). So here we are now.
And I feel like everyone is just expecting me to do this job and be fine. Like, it’s a recession and the country is on fire so suck it up. But I am in so much pain and so miserable over this and I don’t see it lessening unless I get a different job, and maybe I’ll hate that one just as much??? GF keeps telling me to just quit but I can’t because we’re not really making enough even with my paycheck, meager as it is.
Capitalism and the fuckwits in power have made it impossible for me to be happy, it feels like. I just want to make things. Gods let me make things and sell them please. That’s all I want to do. I’ll even do the house chores since I’d be home. I hate those too but it’d be worth it.
Anyway I meet a new client in an hour or so and I really don’t want to.
I just want someone to fix it for me but I know that not how it works. But I’m so tired of being miserable. I used to be really happy and now I’m not.
listen I am all for fidget toys. But we need to go harder. Humans were actually not meant to sit through lectures without using their hands. Fight against the robotification of humanity. Do fibercrafts in your office/classroom/church. You do not need to sit there like the impassable ideal man. Do fibercrafts. Start embroidering at work. Listen to the call of the strings.
i think queerplatonic relationship kinda got the same treatment as nonbinary where people assume its a special third relationship status directly between the romance and friendship binary. which it CAN be but its also an umbrella for "literally anything that isnt quite friends and isnt quite romance" you can be official queerplatonic partners or you can just be something unspoken and undefinable. you can be fuckin homestuck moirails for all i care. its all queerplatonic babey. thats the point.
I think what I love most about mythology is that the “Trickster God/Spirit” is an archetypical character found in almost every body of folklore. It’s like “Oh, here’s our God of the Sun, our God of the Sea, our God of Fertility, and our God of Being A Wretched Little Gremlin Who Causes Problems On Purpose”
I’ve been cleaning most of the time I’ve been awake today and I’ve finally exited the ‘oh gods I hate everything, it’s all everywhere. I should just move and start my life entirely over’ stage and taken the first steps into the ‘yay I get to figure out where I want to put things and look how nice that looks’ stage.
Curled up on the couch, watching one of my Comfort YouTube Compilations, dishwasher running in the background… now I may know peace.
I’ve been cleaning most of the time I’ve been awake today and I’ve finally exited the ‘oh gods I hate everything, it’s all everywhere. I should just move and start my life entirely over’ stage and taken the first steps into the ‘yay I get to figure out where I want to put things and look how nice that looks’ stage.
i love the internet cause i saw the news about the louvre heist and all of the comments were “did you check the british museum?”
you know what okay this one is valid
I just spent 2 & 1/2 hours sewing and the damn thing isn’t done yet. Kind of bullshit if you ask me.
Alanna the Lioness, by Caesar Bacchus at East Side Ink,
click through to his instagram to see more and feel free to give some love to the artist, he was amazing and so into the project!
Someone just asked for a book on tarot reversals. I do not have one. Does anyone have a recommendation for some I should check out?
The Complete Book of Tarot Reversals by Mary K. Greer!
all jokes aside the lack of language for nonbinary people to describe basic elements of our existence is existentially horrifying and the only solution is to change our language and what we consider normal to include nonbinary existence (ideally various forms of it). if you joke about the lack of language for nonbinary people in places where binary people have no such issues, you surely are also actively supporting the creation and use of new language for nonbinary people, right??????
Can’t wait to go absolutely feral this weekend…
In a gnome sort of way.
I don’t have any obligations this weekend and am teetering on the edge of burn out (this is the first time I’ve successfully seen it coming so growth, I guess?), so I’ve dedicated this weekend to puttering around and being an absolute gremlin of a lil guy. Wild stuff, I’m sure.
It started this evening with ramen from my favorite place and processing the absolute load of parsley a friend of a friend gave me (I also received some basil and a bunch of sweet peppers) and putting it in the dehydrator.
All four layers are full like this! So much parsley. Why I decided to do this the night before I take my housemate to the airport at 4 AM, I don’t know (I guess that counts as an obligation, but like, it’ll take me not that long, and then I can sleep as much as I want), but I am excited about having a store of dried parsley.
Airport drop off went fine, and I ended up getting a decent about of sleep.
Next project for today is coming the chicken bones I’ve been saving up for broth. I decided to do it in the crock pot rather than just having the stove on for a day…
So we have the chicken bones, a few crushed cloves of garlic, about half of the stems from the parsley that I trimmed off last night. And then some thyme fresh out of what’s left of my garden (hopefully I’ll be putting it to bed soon). Then I dumped in a little bit of acv and eight cups of water.
It’s a really basic broth, but that means it’ll be suitable for whatever I want to add it to.
Can’t wait to go absolutely feral this weekend…
In a gnome sort of way.
I don’t have any obligations this weekend and am teetering on the edge of burn out (this is the first time I’ve successfully seen it coming so growth, I guess?), so I’ve dedicated this weekend to puttering around and being an absolute gremlin of a lil guy. Wild stuff, I’m sure.
It started this evening with ramen from my favorite place and processing the absolute load of parsley a friend of a friend gave me (I also received some basil and a bunch of sweet peppers) and putting it in the dehydrator.
All four layers are full like this! So much parsley. Why I decided to do this the night before I take my housemate to the airport at 4 AM, I don’t know (I guess that counts as an obligation, but like, it’ll take me not that long, and then I can sleep as much as I want), but I am excited about having a store of dried parsley.
oh siddhartha gautama, called Buddha, we're really in it now
i cant waste time applying for jobs i need to gather nuts and seeds for winter