I think we’re a bit overdue for another open thread for personal stuff. As per usual, no trolls, no flames, no being a butthead.
I’ll paste in some recent personal comments from other threads.
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Open Thread for Personal Stuff: November Rain Edition
‘Ere, how did that MRA ellipsis get in there?
Thank you so much, guys – really I don’t think I can thank people here enough. Today my jerkbrain has been figuratively kicking me while I’m already down. I feel overwhelmed by loneliness and self-hatred. And so it helps to know that I don’t have to hate myself for everything I do.
“Hey, jerkbrain, stfu – whose brain are you, mine or my father’s? Tell him to butt out of my thoughts!”
It’s okay, Ally. My folks were never the screamy, violent sorts, but there was definitely a bit of guilt-tripping going with the crazy shit. In my case, it was because I asked them to recognize my existence. It was SO HARD for them, you see, and I was making them feel bad, and I had to stop being so selfish and think of the people around me, learn to balance their suffering against mine and see what was really worth it and AUGH.
It’s okay not to feel bad about it. It’s okay to get the fuck away. Think of it this way! If it caused him such intense mental scarring that he can’t let go of it, now you’ll never screw up his ironing ever again! đŸ˜€
Ally, I think it’s fine not to feel bad about telling him to shut up. I think it’s kind of similar to self-defense–you were put in a situation where there were no good options.
I’ll be in the US from April 27 to May 4.
I wish it could be a longer trip, but that’s all the time my gf could get off.
I’ll arrive in LA about 1pm, and that Sunday will be a wipe-out, obviously – 18 hour trip + probably standing in a queue at LAX for another hour (hey, it happened last time) means all I’ll want to do after that is get clean and SLEEP.
We’re spending most of the trip in Chicago, four, maybe five days depending on what we want to do there. (The Field Museum is gf’s must see; mine too.) At the moment we’re thinking of flying there on the Monday and coming back on the Friday or Saturday. My flight home isn’t until 10pm, so that leaves Sunday 4th free for brunch, if any LA Manboobzers want to try for that. Plus, who’s around Chicago, anyone? No reason we couldn’t do lunch there, too. Gf wants to meet y’all!
It’s so good to have this under way. I booked my tickets last night – I’m splurging on premium economy with Air Kiwi. đŸ™‚
Ooh I’ve been waiting for an appropriate time to let people know that I will be in San Francisco for a week in May if any local folks want to grab a coffee or something (no pressure).
kittehserf: Wish I could, it’s an 8 hour drive from here, but I can’t take car rentals outside of Canada.
I’ve asked my personal assistant to pencil you in for brunch on May 4th, Kittehs! XD
You asked your cat the privilege to be away at an I scheduled time?
RE: Kittehs
Plus, who’s around Chicago, anyone? No reason we couldn’t do lunch there, too. Gf wants to meet y’all!
I’m not in Chicago, but we’ll be in Cincinnati around that time, and I can get a bus to Chicago no problem. So we can totally meet up! I just won’t know jack about Chicago.
Whoot! That’s two lunches!
LBT, I don’t know jack about Chicago either, nor does my gf, so we’ll all be little lost wanderers together. đŸ˜›
Argenti, I haven’t dared mention it to the kitties yet. Though going by last time, it’ll be “Oh, were you away?” when I get home.
The only thing I know about Chicago is that it has an awesome art museum. It was rainy when we were last there, so we didn’t spend much time in town. (Doesn’t help that I really don’t care for Chicago.)
I loved what little I saw of it. The Art Institute is awesome (and has a pic of Louis’s mum, which I didn’t expect to see).
Surprisingly enough I loved the Cloud Gate sculpture (aka the Bean) too.
Yeah, that’s where we went, though I mostly spent it in the newly-opened Judith and Holofernes exhibit and sketching ancient sculpture. (I’m hell in an art museum; I just want to sit and draw EVERYTHING.)
Judith and Holofernes? Now that would have been interesting!
The friends I went with last time are absolute fiends for the Impressionists, so we spent a good bit of time sitting looking at La Grande Jatte et al. Oh, and that scare-the-shit-out-of-you painting of Dorian Gray is there too, iirc. I saw it somewhere on that trip.
It’s probably still going, Kittehs; I was there literally the day it opened, and that was only about a month ago. Well worth it, in my opinion!
It closes in January. Poop!
But there’s one on the Ptolemaic period that’ll still be on – cool!
Noooooooo!
Oh man, that exhibit was closed when I was there! Want!
That SUCKS, getting to a museum and finding the one thing you want to see is closed! Happened to us in 93 – the whole Sully wing of the Louvre was closed for repairs. Guess where the one painting I cared about was?
It’s okay, I found plenty of other cool things to draw and look at. Not like the Art Institute is lacking in cool shit!
I got a “final warning” at work yesterday, following on the heels of several less serious warnings. Apparently I’m not actually good at my job, and I only got this far because we didn’t have a supervisor so there was no one to complain to. So now I’m on the verge of being fired, and in many ways it’s a relief because I’m realizing that all the gossiping and behind-back complaining and eight hours of physical labor and seeing animals put to sleep is having negative effects on my physical and mental health, but I’ve never been fired before and if I get fired before I can switch departments, I’ll have blown my chance with the organization I spent three years and $2000 worth of coursework and hundreds of volunteer hours trying to get a job with. I really jumped into the deep end with this job and I turned out not to be as strong a swimmer as I thought, and I’m OK with that because no one can be good at everything, but I really hope I can make it the shallow end before I get thrown out of the pool.
Also, I got all this at the end of my shift last night, and I have to work today, which means I have to face my co-workers knowing they don’t like working with me (that was one of the subjects of the above warning), and I don’t handle embarrassment well. It’s the one emotion that still makes me think about drinking.
FML. I know I’ll get through all this, but right now, FML.