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Ok so when I rewatch West Side Story this is why
Do you ever justā¦.? Is this 40 this is 40 I am still this girl at least or
I donāt understand how phone editing works anymore. Anyway, Leelou. 2006 to 2026. Love of my life. Pencil from the job that fired me earlier in April and my personal notebook.
The solution
I always forget, is this: put on the big headphones and a big playlist. Suddenly I can do it, I change out the litter box, hand wash a bunch of dishes (absolute least favorite thing) and do a very short set of kettlebell exercises. I even managed to book a hormone imbalance consult on Monday with some instagramy telehealth thing that takes my insurance (oh hey we have that now!). I want to remember and feel at home in my body, spring opens up a lot. Getting on the bike, long walks, maybe a skate meet up at our community garden. You would not believe how many ads for perimenopause weight loss supplements I see every day. Every other add promises shocking weight rapid loss from a drink mix or pill. I am amazed I havenāt gone insane, despite being trained self hatred re my own physicality my whole life. I know my body is wrong, and I know the biases donāt matter. Though trying to ignore them has in so many ways allowed me to render myself invisible and anonymous to me. And those standards were shaped by pedophiles and gladly upheld in a culture where many if not most women are themselves mysoginsts. Anyway I am a taurus sun and rising, it is all about body and groundedness and slowness and balance and beauty (Venus ruled). Iāve been so outside myself I canāt see myself at all and when I do I really hate her. Iād like to work on it, and possible feel strong again bc I always was before. I was a runner and an experienced cyclist. I miss having that hutzpah. But then life got so heavy and so dark. i need to remember everything we planted before winter to overwinter we planted so the roots could grow deep and take hold in preparation for warmer months, when theyāll thrive wildly.
Oh shit the EXACT right song just came on:
Anyway I ordered some kind of supplement caffeine gum from tiktok about my severe executive dysfunction but weāll see. Really hard to live a whole life disabled and also trying to condition myself to believe that I am the person that I need to pull me out of this. Itās so exasperatingly difficult but I keep it pushing and things feel better (is that Wellbutrin or spring forward or that baseball is back) (HOLY SHIT BASEBALL IS BACK!!!!)
Anyways Aries season (my mercury and north node) itās about being born into the world anew. What a blessing after such a dark winter. Lol I just got the alert that my period starts in 7 days š«
I went to the fruit stand on the corner for one orange for Chinese New Year and the fruit guy (who is I think Slavic and has the greenest crazy beautiful eyes) said ā100$, just kidding for you 50 centsā and in a moment of āoh I went outside and it felt like spring actuallyā euphoria I felt so lucky to live here. I pondered between two citrus options before finding this one logged behind the box. Citrus oil is supposed to increase happiness, and I find it deeply comforting as a Floridian who loves all citrus deeply.
You canāt even see that I am eating this peeled orange off my own thigh (in jeans).
Anyway I want to remember the sun and remember hope. Thatās it.
can someone please tell me why they shot a series of photos where it looks like bruce was cruising and picked up clarence
Iām about this
Summer Day , Logan Rock - Hazel McNab
British , b. 1965 -
Colour linocut , 36 x 41 cm.
Holy fucking shit this is a linocut
The Ocean at Dusk - Ā Kate Jarvik BirchĀ
American , b. 1977 -
Gouache on paper , 10 x 10 in.
When I get home from the beach I am so greedy, I donāt want to wash the salt from my hair or my body, I want to keep it on me for as long as I can because I hate missing the ocean and I always want to have her embrace lingering on me.
I cannot believe how effective going on a boat and swimming in an ocean is for my mental health and well beaing. Oh, also I ate an arepa with plantains, avocado, and queso fresco. I could cry!!
I wrote this last night and forgot to post it and then today I walked into my work place to find the person I was covering medical leave for back (at my desk in my chair, having cleaned off my whole desk and put my (minimal) things away) and no one in my office had told me. So after being asked to train him on the new system we use to log deliveries I asked what was the plan for my employment, they replied weāll reassess at the end of this week. I said that is not an acceptable answer, I deserve secure employment, calmly closed my laptop, got a ride down on the service elevator, and left.
So, no (if youāve been following along for the last three years) I once again did not get insurance. It was supposed to happen this week. I did find a way to get my medication but subscription pharmacies are expensive and when the charge surprise went through it overdrafted my account and now I only have one last pay check coming and no job prospects. God really fucking hates me!!!
Anyway to all boomers and parents and other capitalist drugged morons: no it doesnāt matter if you show up on time and work hard and treat people with care and go the extra mile to trouble shoot things and actually care about your work. It does not matter AT ALL, it doesnāt matter if they like you or your make a good impression, you are as disposable and replaceable as a tissue. It all feels so fucking futile and like the longest humilation ritual I have ever endured and Iāve had to live my whole life as myself.
I also donāt get why all my horoscopes were like āTaurus will get a major glow up in career, etcā bc Uranus finally stopped kneeling on my (our: fixed signs) neck after 7 years but lol Either way I am free from a deeply toxic work place but again scared for my life. Fun times in America.
Iām a meteor shattering around you And Iām sorry but Iāve become a solar system Since I found you
Ok time for some good news, did you KNOW Neko Case is working on a musical adaptation of Thelma & Louise. I recently signed up for Neko's substack, I would recommend it if you'd like to be a fly on the wall of the process of a musical genius marrying their ideas to a whole stage production of dancers, singers, and musicians. I think there is nothing I have ever wanted to see more in my life and almost possibly not an artist who has felt more deeply personal to my lived experience as a person from Oklahoma who grew up in South Florida. Heat lightning and highways and self estrangement and sticky skin and lightning bugs and resilience and having to be a lot tougher than you look from a small age. Anyway this thing is in active rehearsals, albeit in the UK, and I am beside myself that it has come to fruition.
other revelations (sorry for using Tumblr as therapy dump, it did get me to stop crying at work, kind of)
the anniversary of my move to Queens and subsequent getting out of the home I shared/felt tortured in with that ex was Mid June-ish
the anniversary of us first moving in together and me losing my gorgeous home of ten years in Brooklyn was the first week of July.
I left my apartment because I didn't want to sleep in and live in and be in the bed I was assaulted in anymore, I thought it was the only way to start over.
no really the body does literally keep the score (for what purpose)
All week, all week I can't stop thinking about that girls' summer camp that got flooded in Texas because people in this country are actively working to cut things like emergency weather monitoring. I don't think there are enough lifetimes to process the sheer amount of daily grief and anger, how is anyone meant to process any of this? This is the main reason I want to go back to therapy, for help undoing compartmentalization.
I'm involuntarily titrating off an antidepressant due to lack of ability to get it securely and routinely prescribed to me!
it's not a pity party but I'm like mad at myself I can't be better or get my shit together and I don't see the Boulder or have an ability to tease away the existence of the Boulder and its conditions from who I exist as. Shit sucks!!!
Just thinking about how neither of my parents has ever received any emotion or feeling I've ever had (and we could stop there but) without gaslighting me or trying to tell me to be thankful or feel whatever different way. I can feel myself scream crying just thinking about it, but I wasn't a reactionary kid at all. I had a reactionary mom and brother who would both yell and have meltdowns and make me manage the entire families' emotions, while screaming at me for my choice of friends or boyfriend or whatever. This is why I have to protect every last person I have loved in my life from her from her vitriolic hatred and jealousy, although now that I am 39 she seems to realize it's kind of embarrassing to keep it up at this point. So she'll only repeat compliments other people have given my partner, for instance, but refuses to say anything nice about him herself because he is not a republican quarterback she deems attractive and also I am not having children.
and understanding why I feel so deeply deeply upset to my core because "no one believes me and no one cares anyway" is written into this job experience and has been the narrative of my understanding since childhood. I know this isn't a fact, but it's also relevant because the last time I was this upset over something (an abusive man in my immediate circle of friends, he's still around btw) I realized nobody had ever apologized for doing harm to me in my life. I mean abusers are unlikely to apologize or even acknowledge, let alone realize, their actions. But I thought I would lose every friendship I had for saying "hey why the fuck is this dangerous abusive man in a space I thought was safe" and instead I just had some straightforward conversations, and it was fine*.
*why is he still around? (see the nobody cares clause)
if I had therapy, I would have a place to do this and not try to comb through it all myself while struggling to do basic staying alive stuff.
Does anyone know how to find a job that doesn't create constant autistic burn out that also maybe provides insurance so I can get my medication and desperately needed mental health resources.
I've been working for six months, cumulative 7, for the same company and position. My temp agency messed up my insurance enrollment TWICE, and now I am one week away from coverage (maybe???) when I should have been enrolled and receiving benefits from my first two weeks on. Living in America is hell, living in America as a person with disabilities (audhd) is hell (did you know they want to put us on a list? hurry up already), living unsupported with audhd is a hell I have no idea how I have kept surviving. I don't take anything for adhd, I manage entirely on a system and exhaustion because I've been forced to fend for myself and find my own resources my whole life by not being supported or understood by (up until the last two years) anyone in my life. It's insurmountable, there are several days a week I'm too tired and overwhelmed to eat, as in the sensation of eating is too much to bear and I hate it. I am chronically under slept. I just want to see a therapist and get my medication. I am constantly articulating this and explaining it is an emergency and has been one and nothing changes.
I feel fucking insane. it can be a job that causes burn out I just want fucking therapy jesus christ. I've been trying to get therapy since I got out of my last relationship, which was abusive via extreme negligence, I have been barely holding on this whole...three years? When does it give, when.
Paul Newman as "Ram" Bowen Paris Blues (1961) dir. Martin Ritt
I am still thinking about this movie.
Went to my first ever Linocut class tonight. What a fascinating process. And yes I see how this is more stamp than chemical but I have learned a skill and Iām soo soooo SO interested in any type of DIY printing. Anyway I didnāt totally panic, I would like to practice this skill and refine it and study it.
More baseball Bruuuce!
The classic do I want him or want to be him.