"Sometimes you need to do something bad to stop you from doing something worse. [...] We are not responsible for what we have come to be." - Stoker.
(My fandom blog is: Riding-horses-and-dragons)
had some time to chat with the verizon wireless guy while my phone was getting set up and he’s a straight guy it turns out he has two moms and used to DJ for drag events. culturally LGBT
in law school, my mom took me to this stress retreat because my family was vaguely aware i was a suicide risk. and they didnt allow phones, so i brought this huge bag of books. and one of the options for “destressing” was this fake cave grotto thing, where they’d decorated a room to make it look exactly like an underground cave and the air was like -10 degrees, but there was a like 4ft deep pool in the middle that was kept super super hot, so you would just switch between the hot and cold. and they would bring you an endless supply of this weird syrupy drink thing that was like super caffeinated and tasted like sugar and mint. and so i spent multiple days sitting half submerged in this fake grotto drinking mystery liquid and reading. and i have to be honest i really did feel less stressed
location sharing in modern relationships is so bizarre to me. like I get having find my iPhone on or whatever but if my S/O texts me some bullshit like “why is your location saying you’ve been at 337 South Front Street for 30 minutes?” I am considering them a hostile entity. we are no longer dating. you are like a slasher in a horror film to me now. you do not need to be up my ass like that. checking a loved one’s location should be a last resort if you can’t contact them and you have reason to worry. then again, I’m one of the few souls alive who refuses to turn on read receipts or text back in a timely manner. very much a call me if it’s important, be patient if it’s not kind of person.
I think any marriage needs its running jokes, ones that you can repeat with variations, or make callbacks too.
One of my favorite bits is describing the romcoms I watch to my wife as though I have never heard of a narrative in my life.
“She runs a small plane company, and he’s from a major airline trying to shut her down, so it’s really anyone’s guess what’s going to happen.”
“Get this, he’s a stuffy office dork and she’s a free spirit, and they end up stuck in the same cabin on a cruise. Sounds like a disaster, right?”
“They’ve decided to pair up and be each other’s plus one at a series of weddings to feel less pathetic, but it’s not like they like each other or anything.”
So I told my wife that I hoped she would still enjoy me doing this bit forty years from now, and she smiled and held my hand and said that she’d never liked it, not even the first time.
A cat is a small creature in the middle of the food chain that is fully aware that you are a very large thing that could stomp its head in at any moment and yet it chooses to rest its tiny little head on your leg for a nap and spreads out on the floor near you exposing its belly and its most sensitive organs. It brings dead mice and bugs to you to share food.
Don’t you get it? This tiny thing trusts you. It wants to help you too. It licks your leg thinking that it’s helping. It kneads on you to find comfort. It shares its body warmth with you in the cold and gives you your space in the heat. It hisses at other mammals it sees outside including other cats in an effort to protect its family.
Cats love you so so much. But they will keep trying to eat plastic.
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