The meds help offset the sad, but now I'm just left with long bouts of indifference with irrational anger pocked here and there.
Except today.
We've got a chili cook-off kinda thing going, and I'm jazzed for it.
Not sure why.
I don't expect to "win".
But it's a neat, whimsical thing.
Maybe that's it?
The whimsy.
Don't get me wrong: I love that there are fewer and fewer folks around the closer we march toward the epicenter of the holiday season, but man... the social narrative starts to affect me more than I'd care to admit.
To be clear: I don't normally care about concepts like "friends" and "family"—though I do cherish those I maintain ties with—but society keeps pushing that these are the times to be closer to your loved ones, and its in such a way that it makes you feel like there's something wrong with you if you don't feel the same.
Not in a "you're fucking weird" kinda wrong, but in a "Oh no, you poor dear, you must be depressed..."
Yes.
I am.
But not because of that.
It's because of brain chemicals and shit.
Anyway: grats to those that fall within the intersection of "people who read my blog" and "people who got promoted recently"!
Well earned.
Made the stupid mistake of letting Kerri and Pola interact on Monday night, leading into Pola getting a significant gash torn in her belly because Kerri is an asshole.
Fortunately, wife managed to get her into the vet for an emergency patch job... to the tune of $1,300. Not as bad as I was expecting, and definitely thankful for Pola being alright, if a little shaken by the experience.
Got our command Thanksgiving potluck today, for which I'm the POC. Came in super early because rain was falling and that typically means people on the road crank up the idiocy to 11. Tables set up, trays set out.
Now it's just... existing here until go time in a few hours.
Then hopefully a relaxing long weekend of nothing.
Also: Managed to drop five pounds this week with having removed all but breakfast and a Huel pod worth of food each day.
Got way too fat these past couple years.
Time to send the fat kid back to the void.
However, she fails to take into account the fact that there are drivers out there that either never learned the freezing point of water, or just drive ten miles per hour under the speed limit as a matter of course.
...As well as those that have their eyes glued to their damn phones at stop lights.
To those guilty of the latter, I assure you: you're not that important. What you're texting about or posting about can wait until you get where you're going.
I've taken to heavily scrutizing the dates on email chains at work to help identify where the problem lies with folks' time management here.
This morning's offender: a request was made yesterday afternoon surrounding an email that the requester had received early Monday morning.
Why do people procrastinate on such simple tasks?
...Except I've got GAP insurance and laughed in his face.
Then my alarm went off and I woke up, smugly satisfied.
Scrolling through Mastodon revealed a strange new trend overnight: Christian baby hypotheticals.
Base one was: "You're an atheist, skydiving with a baby. The baby tells you that it won't pull its ripcord unless you convert to Christianity and accept God. What do you do?"
My take? Capture the damn baby. A baby that talks has got to be a goldmine in the advertising realm.