Which made me laugh every time, thinking of friends writing Yuletide.
Anyway, her swaps were a big hit, and if you need a Yuletide beta and you think I might know your fandom, hit me up even if it's not on the spreadsheet. Comments are screened.
[*] Any kind of little craft on a safety pin that you can trade.
Tuesday's alarm was set for 5am. My niece's flight needed her to get to Heathrow by about 9am at the latest, and as the M25 is usually involved I prefer to aim for something earlier. As it was, we left shortly after 6am, and the M25 was already showing signs of stress. I chose to skip the stretch from Sevenoaks to Godstone because it was doing car-park impressions. The journey took about two hours. My niece caught her flight, and I was home by 9:40am, having had a rather less troublesome drive back.
Yesterday evening there was a well-attended meeting at the nearer of my two local radio clubs. Numbers were swelled by folk from the Foundation class just ended and the class starting next Sunday. What they made of the various presentations I don't know. I tried to pitch my part of the evening at Foundation level, but may still have been over some of their heads. Still, it seemed to be an evening folk enjoyed, so all's good.
I've had a slow start this morning. There's only so much burning of both ends of the candle I can do...
Solution B: go to bed at midnight latest.
P.S. tell your brain that it isn't housed in a 18 year old body any longer.
[Though I think taking it too far and living as if "I don't have to work toward this because it's already done," might be counterproductive. Still work to make the change you want catch up to you.]
What little there had been to frighten or pain him was left behind in the forgotten days of childhood: as a man he saw no reason to be afraid. Now some great hand had peeled back the kind surface of that fairy-tale world and shown him the chasm beneath his feet
Young William Bellman, aged ten, aims his slingshot at a distant rook and -- improbably -- kills it. He's full of regret: he didn't mean to ... but then a fever strikes, and he begins the process of forgetting.
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Yes, Fur Watches. Quite strange and even disturbing…
Analog Watch Company offers people to simply send them 50-100 grams of their pet's fur and they will turn them into a customized watch. Any pet will do- dog, cat, rabbit or even a hamster. a very strange, even disturbing concept, entitled The Companion Collection.
I wonder whether perps of sexual assault even recognize that they're perps. Do they justify and normalize their behavior to themselves? Do they bury what they did deep in their brains? Are they ashamed, or proud of what they did? Do they feel powerful? Or does it matter most to them that they got their jollies/an orgasm out of it?
As a teen I used to not know better than to dump my anger/rage/shame off onto other people. It was a relief to let it go, but I was ashamed because I knew that wasn't how I should treat people. I had to learn how to do better, and it's taken many years. I still fuck up.
Research into bullying and social dynamics is in progress, it's been a long road. Start where you are. Learn to feed yourself so YOU don't make the problem worse. Lashing out makes it worse. Dumping responsibility for your actions onto someone else, makes it worse.
Reaching out and making connection, makes it better. Learning more about others, practicing kindness, self regulation, and community building, makes it better.
Add other ideas in the comments about what YOU can do to make it better.
I called for my dad to help me out of bed and said, "I need to go to the hospital" and he helped me sit up (I didn't know that I remembered his hands) but then he left and found a lot of other things he had to do before he could take me... He didn't listen when I talked to him, and the pain in the dream was enough that I couldn't walk properly.
When I woke to go to the bathroom, the physical sensations from the dream had me bent over and hobbling to protect my belly for several steps till I touched my belly and it was fine, didn't hurt.
I know my brain got the belly-pain from my recent gastritis/incredibly painful gas that wouldn't pass for days. Don't wanna think about where I got the lonely-he-refuses-to-listen part.
I'm definitely feeling sad today. It's probably partly from whatever brought up a dream like that... But too, California is still burning, and that acts on my mind at a subconscious level.
I'm going to set up some social time with my people for the next two weeks so I have something to look forward to. Hopefully that will help me feel better.