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I am in the process of moving (ack, nightmare!!!) so I'm probably not going to be on much, or at all possibly, in the next few days. (Though getting my net and cable hooked back up are sadly a priority on my to-do list, like number 3 after heavy appliances and water and power). I also start a new job today. I also haven't written anything in about a month and won't have time to anytime soon, which if you know me well, you'll know means that I'm going a little crazy right now, in addition to everything else.
But though I have been distracted I have at least been reading people's posts and I want to say, I totally get your pain and yeah, life sucks. No really, and there really is no guarantee that it will get better despite what people tell you. Stress and pressure are real threats to your well-being and it's honestly okay to freak out about them. (Some people have this idea that we're supposed to be able to "handle" something as intangible as stress. That somehow it's nothing compared to the suffering of others, "real suffering" and not to in any way lessen the horrors in places like Darfur, but who's to say any suffering is not real?) Somedays everything could make you cry, other days you want to rage at everything (which is actually sort of satisfying until you yell at someone who didn't deserve it). Sometimes it's not so much what's going on in your life, it's the amount of what's going on in your life. The accumulation of drama, of worry, with no break, and if you're at all like most people, that's going to manifest itself in your body. And really, there's nothing like more pain and more illness to make you want to crawl into a hole and stay there forever.
Hmm, have I depressed you more? Well the solution is going to suck too, because when you're emotionally and physically drained, the last thing you want to someone trying to motivate you. But yeah, if you have them, friends, family. Tequila shots with lime. Watching Clive Owen kill people. Comfy pyjamas. Danny/Martin kissing. Ray Kowalski cuddling Benton Fraser. Barbara Stanwyck movies. Fire engine red lipstick. Whatever pleasures you have, no matter how small, take them, do them. Go without sleep to finish reading some fluffy epic, spend your last penny on your favorite tea, whatever. Do it, and do it more often. Because the pain is life (how zen of me) but so is the fun stuff, even if it does come in small doses.
That was so emotional of me. (I've been a wreck for two weeks and I'm not so stable as it is...so you can imagine). Nonetheless, I'm drinking my coffee. I've got my slippers on, for now at least, and I wasted an hour this morning reading slash fanfiction for the Real Ghostbusters cartoon. Inorite? It's ridiculous and it's fabulous.
I also recommend buying champagne for no reason and drinking it from coffee mugs. Not only is it decadent but "slumming" as I call it is pretty relaxing.
But though I have been distracted I have at least been reading people's posts and I want to say, I totally get your pain and yeah, life sucks. No really, and there really is no guarantee that it will get better despite what people tell you. Stress and pressure are real threats to your well-being and it's honestly okay to freak out about them. (Some people have this idea that we're supposed to be able to "handle" something as intangible as stress. That somehow it's nothing compared to the suffering of others, "real suffering" and not to in any way lessen the horrors in places like Darfur, but who's to say any suffering is not real?) Somedays everything could make you cry, other days you want to rage at everything (which is actually sort of satisfying until you yell at someone who didn't deserve it). Sometimes it's not so much what's going on in your life, it's the amount of what's going on in your life. The accumulation of drama, of worry, with no break, and if you're at all like most people, that's going to manifest itself in your body. And really, there's nothing like more pain and more illness to make you want to crawl into a hole and stay there forever.
Hmm, have I depressed you more? Well the solution is going to suck too, because when you're emotionally and physically drained, the last thing you want to someone trying to motivate you. But yeah, if you have them, friends, family. Tequila shots with lime. Watching Clive Owen kill people. Comfy pyjamas. Danny/Martin kissing. Ray Kowalski cuddling Benton Fraser. Barbara Stanwyck movies. Fire engine red lipstick. Whatever pleasures you have, no matter how small, take them, do them. Go without sleep to finish reading some fluffy epic, spend your last penny on your favorite tea, whatever. Do it, and do it more often. Because the pain is life (how zen of me) but so is the fun stuff, even if it does come in small doses.
That was so emotional of me. (I've been a wreck for two weeks and I'm not so stable as it is...so you can imagine). Nonetheless, I'm drinking my coffee. I've got my slippers on, for now at least, and I wasted an hour this morning reading slash fanfiction for the Real Ghostbusters cartoon. Inorite? It's ridiculous and it's fabulous.
I also recommend buying champagne for no reason and drinking it from coffee mugs. Not only is it decadent but "slumming" as I call it is pretty relaxing.
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2. Good luck with the move and the new job!
3. *hug*
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mmm chocolate+nick and greg= AWESOME!
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