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Well, everyone's homelife is unsatisfying
May. 24th, 2010 02:05 amMy brain is having one of those days where about 80% of the thoughts in my head are ones that I should never, ever repeat outside of my head, either because they are batshit loco or because there is no way that they will ever be received by an audience in the tone in which I am thinking them.
This is not a metaphor, but I suppose it is a sort of irony. The sort of irony that no one appreciates, including me. I generally have sufficient resources to deal with whatever minimal challenges I'm facing, but I had some kind of anxiety... thing... about literally running out of physical spoons today. It was a fun spiral that ran from "I am out of spoons," through, "Why do I still have all 12 forks and no fucking spoons," into, "I am a complete failure at being an adult because I can't keep track of cutlery," and then I basically wanted to go back to bed and start over.
Also, my cat has a tiny bald patch in front of one ear from a scab where he seems to have scratched his face too fiercely one day. It's going away, but now I keep checking his face because I feel like a bad pet owner for not noticing the scratch immediately. And he hates, hates, hates when I have to hold his head still for a second so I can see. Which makes me a bad pet owner for subjecting him to it.
This is not a metaphor, but I suppose it is a sort of irony. The sort of irony that no one appreciates, including me. I generally have sufficient resources to deal with whatever minimal challenges I'm facing, but I had some kind of anxiety... thing... about literally running out of physical spoons today. It was a fun spiral that ran from "I am out of spoons," through, "Why do I still have all 12 forks and no fucking spoons," into, "I am a complete failure at being an adult because I can't keep track of cutlery," and then I basically wanted to go back to bed and start over.
Also, my cat has a tiny bald patch in front of one ear from a scab where he seems to have scratched his face too fiercely one day. It's going away, but now I keep checking his face because I feel like a bad pet owner for not noticing the scratch immediately. And he hates, hates, hates when I have to hold his head still for a second so I can see. Which makes me a bad pet owner for subjecting him to it.
