(tumblr doesn’t let us follow with side blogs, so if you came here looking for why i followed you check my side blogs listed below)
hello! my name is alicia, you can call me that, ali, or alcameso.
i am nonbinary.. or perhaps genderfluid ? haven’t gotten to the bottom of that quite yet and omnisexual. my preferred pronouns are they/she/he.
im from santo domingo, dominican republic and was born in 1998.
my favorite colors are red and blue.
🤍 what you can find here 🤍
fandom content. mostly animated media, sci-fi, horror, and various japanese anime. once i find a new piece of media it swallows my whole blog for a week or two.
biology, anthropology, and all general studies of nature are where my biggest special interests come from. the interests in question? dogs, plants and, believe it or not, kinks- no, not simultaneously, ya nasty.
i love all fuckin sorts of music, art, and literature which roughly make up the rest of my hypefixations (music performance, media analysis, and poetry to be specific). i make song recs on this blog, but you can visit my literature blog @smokeandsteam to find more pretty words. update: i made a music blog! @keyofmesharp.
i am a vehement supporter of all basic human rights. i do not tolerate meaningless hate and/or judgments based on ignorance.
if i had to identify with a belief system i’d tell you i’m part of the baha’i community, but i also practice secular witchcraft here and there, so who knows? i bring a spiritual vibe to the hang out the homies don’t know much about. i have a blog called @quisqueyanavaliente if you want to know more.
last but not least, there’s bound to be some spicy content sparsely flung about, but the vast and vulgar majority of it can be found on my ~other~ blog @ifyoumustknow.
i would jump at the opportunity to answer any kinds of asks, so don’t hesitate to interact with this blog or any of my other ones! the spicy blog, however, has its own set of rules in its pinned post.
🤍 tags to check out 🤍
i don’t really post much of my own content except for the occasional shit post or fleeting word vomit that shoots out of my brain like a water gun but i intend to make a habit of posting about new projects and events in the near future, so just know this tags list will grow:
for my song recs #alcameso has a spotify
for all posts made by me #alcameso
for my boyfriend sleep talking #sleep talking chronicles
for my work as a nail technician #alcameso is a nail tech
for my unwarranted opinions #alcameso has an opinion and for posts that i need to refer back to irl #and i BEEN saying
for whatever is colonizing my brain at the time #alcameso has a hyperfixation
for my weird ass audio hallucinations caused by being sleepy or stressed #alcameso audio hallucinates
and its not some kind of like, chosen internal growth or an adjustment to a change this time, this time its actual problems im facing. that i have to solve. for a result. like new types of problems… that sucks!
lmao i know thats like the basic human experience, you live long enough and there are gonna be cows outside i know i know i know
thing is i find myself, the vast majority of the time, solving problems for other people yeah yeah yeah i shouldn’t im working on that so its rare i actually acknowledge something is a problem for me myself
like, yeah yes i run into everyday inconvenience and annoyance as much as the next ape but, darling, i learned to roll with the punches long long ago probably as a child probably in response to neglect lmao idk idk idk. to me, officially naming something a “problem” gives it power i just don’t think it deserves.
i don’t like giving out my energy like that, so my process of acceptance and problem solving is actually fucking instantaneous- im highly logical, which is not me patting myself on the back, quite the opposite actually, because in turn i am numb.
i don’t let myself feel anything i don’t think i need to feel and i’ve developed my little routines to keep myself happy as you kinda have to with major depressive disorder. is that good for me? NO, hope that helps!
but damn, knowing all this. doesn’t make it. any easier! when a NEW problem. presents itself!
exhibit a i have a friend thats pissing me off, and its not even like, like something they’re doing directed at me, its these totally predictable cycles of how they live their life and i just watch them day in day out fail to put even a little energy into changing these patterns that are obviously hurting them and the people around them.
its this roller coaster of trusting them, and being like “oh look they are in a good mood today”, and thinking things seems like they are gonna get better, but just a few days later the cracks from the last spiral all split in the same spots as before and
i guess what makes this problem new is that i think this time i have the gall to point it all out. like loudly
like “hey you’re doing that shit it again” or like “wow yeah that behavior again? i know where its coming from, lets talk about it. right now.” like, i just wanna make them deal with one thing at a time, go down their list, have them figure it all out once and for all
its a new problem because im grappling with the new found option to actually push the big red “fight” button before they’ve even done anything wrong, which im only resorting to after years of wishing i could. now we’re older and its like “whoa im finally running out of the other peaceful button options. that process of elimination has sure been a bitch”
… yeah i know that all sound toxic but there’s a decade of context behind all that. its MY depression blog, you can agree or leave, simply
and then exhibit number b is another different new problem im facing- which unsafe to talk on the internet. so i just gotta sit here, phone screen on, and be scared lmaooooo
i can tell you what im gonna do about that problem, and its build community, and keep organized records, and maybe like run into the woods for solace more often and like, idk maybe like, learn to live there ????? haha, yeah no im
im a wittle bit spooked about this other new problem, if i do say so myself
but, henyways
wowowowowowowow. wow.
today i have felt ignored. i have felt disappointment. i have felt taken for granted.
today i have felt fear. i have felt some panic. i have felt anxiety about things that are a lot bigger than me.
and i just wish that friend would listen. and i wish people weren’t scared of each other
i wish that friend could finally discover that big thing that hurts them and their loved ones the most- that disconnect between how the people around them cope and grow and how they cope and grow. and i wish for, as naive as it sounds, a utopia, and world peace, and all that stupid shit we should have never stopped believing as kids.
because when anyone in our friends group doesn’t emotionally regulate properly they scare someone else, sometimes me
that’s not what im mad about, though
before the situation falls apart completely i usually step in and try to create some accommodation so everyone can still have a good time, but i tend to have to do that a lot
im a little bitter about that, but that’s still not mainly what im mad about, stay with me
i’ve tried being less responsible, i’ve tried leaving it alone for as long as possible so as to let the person catch themselves, i’ve tried calling it early, i’ve tried changing the plans, i’ve tried ignoring it, i’ve tried catching the person while they’re alone
i could try doing nothing, but where does that leave us?
mind you, i’ve tried that too, and there are 2 less people in our friend’s group because of it. there’s less trust, there’s less honesty, there’s less plans, even, because i’ve tried being less responsible
yeaaaaah, nobody asked me to do it, so i don’t get to be mad it. im bitter, and i’ve expressed that i’m bitter about it to the group in hopes of pointing out a pattern, and i am content with that
right now
im mad
because what the fUCK does the group mean when they say they’re glad im trying to get better at this? hey, what? hey, what do they mean by that? hey!
better at what? better at not stepping in? letting myself or others get hurt? better at coping with the discomfort someone else creates? when they should’ve caught themselves before it all turned to shit?
better at what? the way i step in? which, mind you, i only do something after someone snaps.
someone snaps and its fucking obvious, its written all over their face: “hey, i need attention of some sort immediately! hey, im uncomfortable and i let myself be! hey, i need help, but im too caught up in the avoidable circumstance im in to tell you what i need to come up with a solution!”
im mad because they don’t really get to say anything about how i cope with them when they don’t even cope with themselves. how dare they, actually?
they don’t get to say anything after the multifarious ways i’ve tried doing something AND have tried doing nothing.
i’ve been hurt! ive let myself be hurt! saw it coming from miles away and still let it happen in hopes they’d catch themselves! i trust them less because of it! i’ve lost friends! friends that, get this! left the whole friend’s group for lacking emotional regulation, when they didn’t even emotionally regulate enough to realize they could’ve stayed friends with 1 or 2 of us instead of tearing the whole thing apart in a dramatic blaze of glory!
next time? im getting up and leaving. thats the only thing i haven’t done yet.
and it’ll be dramatic! and immature! but god forbid i get to separate myself from the situation before i feel like this!
oh, and the admission of fault! “i guess you did everything perfectly fine and no one can blame you” “you have less work to do than i do” what. do you want me. to fucking say to that?
i don’t think i do things perfectly, or even that well a lot of the time, but, by god! i’ve had immense amounts of practice with this!
why do i have to be seen as “perfect” for being a little empathetic? “perfect” for just trying to let everyone have a nice time? “perfect” for not making my emotions someone else’s problem?
im not “perfect” for knowing no one deserves to have to deal with me, or knowing no one deserves to have to experience another person snapping.
yes, we are humans. experiencing life in real time. and yes, i believe we are supposed to burden each other, that with healthy friendships it is implied we put in effort for each other. we catch each other. we help each other get back up after we fall.
i love that! thats very fulfilling to me.
we choose to be here for each other every day we continue wanting to be friends. im happy to make that choice for these people because i’ve deemed them worthy of my time and effort.
but, we all have trauma. we have things we are all sensitive about, i know i do, and i don’t really get why im the only one who seems to care about that- when it matters. i know we as a group care about that profusely. we are always helping each other heal because we genuinely love each other, but then one of us lands in an avoidable situation, panics, and suddenly, actually, fuck what anyone else feels, what they feel needs to be dealt with messily right now, even though they know exactly the thing they are doing is a trigger for some of us, when they could’ve dealt with it calmly by asking a simple question 5 minutes ago.
i care about the impact i have on people even then. i calmly explain what im feeling, and suggest solutions.
IM NOT JUST IN THE HOLE WITH YOU ITS A HOLE YOU DUG. A HOLE YOU DUG THAT HURT ME. AND THERE I AM SITTING WITH YOU. AND EVERYONE IS TELLING YOU YOURE SUPPOSED TO BE IN IT. BUT NOT ONLY AM I HERE. IM DEFENDING YOU FROM THE PEOPLE WHO KNOW YOU SHOULD BE IN THERE. SO HOW ARE YOU GOING TO LOOK AT ME. LOOK AT ME AND TELL ME THAT ITLL TAKE TIME TO TRUST ME AGAIN. WHEN EVERY PROBLEM WEVE EVER HAD IN OUR LIVES HAS BEEN YOU HURTING ME THEN GIVING ME A SHIT APOLOGY AND ME FORGIVING YOU WHILE ANYTIME IVE HURT YOU YOUVE DAMNED ME. GOD FORBID I GROW A BACK BONE AND TELL YOU YOU HURT ME BECAUSE THEN YOU TELL ME THAT ME GETTING HURT HURT YOU AND I HAVE TO FIX IT ALL ANYWAY. THIS HOLE IS REALLY FUCKIN DEEP AND WE CAN BARELY SEE EACH OTHER BUT HERE I FUCKING AM. WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?
what i do in my life doesn’t affect you. it cant with how little we are involved.
i meant everything i said to you. i really do believe you deserve peace and are justified in your stance.
i feel lots of different ways about lots of different people, but i never got to show you that and thats ok.
i don’t care that you hate me. not to imply im happy you do. but when i say it i don’t mean it disrespectfully- thats just how little hold we have in each other’s lives.
its not worth anything, but im sorry. im sorry things look the way they do to you. i dont blame you for it. if i were you i might do similar.. im not sure..
i hope you find genuine peace and happiness and no one can take it from you ever again.
i usually never feel stuff, i got toxic positivity as a coping mechanism up the wazoo constantly
it’s something i’ve been trying to work on slowly, and have made very little progress because life’s crazy for everyone right now so how in the right mind could i let myself feel all that shit now, right?
ok
anyway
unrelated topic
i took shrooms for the first time the other day!
*pause for effect*
and that was.. fun. ish.
but NOW
now im kinda feeling my feelings
in a way i didn’t consent to!
and it’s kind of a problem because i wasn’t readyyyy
to start doing That™️
i was ready and expectant of lot of different things when i decided to ingest shrooms but having new direct connection to my feelings waaasnt on my bingo card if im being so honest.
(my sister has bpd 2 and i’ve always suspected it in myself, so for all i know its.. awake now? googling psychiatry as we speak)
so what does that mean?
its means im experiencing severe body dysmorphia! it means im having panic attacks with seemingly no trigger for them! it means im crying! it means im way less confident! it mean all my daily routines and preferences are getting dropped on the floor and mixed together with other emotional shit i haven’t picked up, cleaned, and organized yet! it means im letting the perfectionist in me win by telling me i suck! at! everything! it means im nervous about a lot more things than i already was! it means i could relapse at any moment!
it means! thats the bandaids i had used for those problems got ripped off, and as much as i had always intended to go back and heal those things thoroughly i’ve now been abruptly yanked out of my comfort zone.
and, despite the tone of this post so far… thats ok.
as i said, id been working on this slowly but making very little progress and now i have NO choice but to feel it. all of it. feel it, learn from it, cope with it, and heal.
