I spend a lot of time being viscerally angry at myself for things that aren't my fault or just aren't true like that episode of bojack when you hear his internal monologue and hey imagine between someone yelling that you're terrible all the time and someone just calmly telling you you're fine. You're a person. You are everything that comes with being a person. You don't get everything right, you don't get everything wrong. You're making things up as you go. I tend to associate objects with people, and the associations tend to stick around longer than the people do. When I find things that are attached to people I fell out with or don't like being reminded of I like to give them away, to friends and people who will love them more than I can. Or sometimes I throw them out. Depends on the thing. I bought this shiny wee dude for myself when I decided to move out of my shitshow of a 2018/19 flat, as a light shiny sorta tacky thing that would mean my space was mine, because my recent-at-the-time exes would think it was silly, and more importantly because I love gaudy shit. I hung it in my 2019 doorway, and someone I used to like very much knocked it down and it broke. It was a very fixable break, but looking at it since has always made me angry and sad and I get stuck in that inner monologue of how I'm the absolyte worst even though jeff bezos exists and is just sitting on enough money to solve the immediate problems of millions of people. But I digress. In the spirit of #stuckbuddies2020 today I picked this little bird up and glued it back together with the same energy I'd bring to help a friend fix something broken. And now I have my bright lil bud back for the isolation times. I'm glad I didn't throw this one out. || #selfcare #fixstuff #e6000 #monologue #stories #selftalk #etc (at Dunedin, New Zealand) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-GDy-8Amh1/?igshid=a08lr0c46bq5