“Darkness and death are my only comforts … and sugar.”
Sounds about right.
Category: About Me
Social Media
I found this to be an interesting video.
These days, creative sorts are essentially told that they cannot “succeed” without promoting themselves on social media. However, the crux is that the very nature of social media is toxic to creative minds, and is far more likely to kill artistic endeavors.
IE the comment section on that video.
I’m the sort that decided that my personal growth and expression through storytelling is more important than money or popularity. This blog is as close as I get to social media, and I personally don’t count it as such, because it’s mostly just me rambling at no one in particular. What can I say? I like the sound of crickets.
Not to mention, I’m rather limited on time, and I’d much rather spend it writing than on reading and replying to a boatload of comments. I’m introverted like that.
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Random
I just straight up forgot to post anything yesterday, so I guess I’ve hit the limit of what my mind can do, lol.
Yesterday ended up being a bummer because I was expecting something good, and it didn’t happen. So, you know, vague references and all that.
Totally random thought:
My first daughter went through a phase where she absolutely hated it when anyone tried to touch her hair. It was a battle just to get her hair brushed, and any attempts I made to style it were immediately yanked out, so I decided to let her be. This happened to coincide when I tried to socialize, and a lot of the other moms treated me like I was totally ignorant and/or lazy for not putting styles and bows in my daughter’s hair.
Meanies.
These days daughter #4 loves having her hair styled. She makes requests like, “I want two braids and two pigtails!” And I get to exercise my creativity in figuring out how to do what she wants in a way that looks cute. Sometimes I feel like I could start a youtube channel on the topic. Ha ha.
It’s been years since I’ve seen those judgmental meanies, but I’m sure they’re all on antidepressants by now.
Just because someone doesn’t do something, doesn’t mean that they can’t.
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Raccoons
The word on the street is that there’s been a surge in the local raccoon population this year.
Indeed, it has been something of a routine to sit out on the porch in the evening and watch the raccoons boldly saunter up the driveway to help themselves to our backyard. Heck, I even asked my husband to accompany me outside one night to finish up a chore, because I was worried about raccoons.
In the neighborhood discussions on what to do about this problem, there’s always that person who says, “Why can’t we live in harmony with the widdle animals?”
Because they kill chickens and cats, ravage gardens, damage property, and carry horrible diseases like rabies.
That’s why.
So, the conversation goes something like:
“Just don’t leave cat food out, so they won’t visit your property.”
“They’re also attracted to fruit trees and gardens.”
“My neighbor had her entire flock of chickens killed by raccoons who then tore their way into the crawl space of her house to build their nest, and it stinks to high heaven.”
“But the widdle animals!”
People who don’t have any real-world experience don’t understand that Nature isn’t a benevolent entity that wants to wrap us in a loving embrace of peace and harmony. Life is not a Disney movie.
But hey, maybe by the time winter rolls around, a few minds will realize what a raccoon infestation actually means.
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IRL
So … I haven’t been having the best time of it for the past few days. Between the toddler having a sour stomach, and someone else waking up early with a bloody nose (not to mention my bundle of joy that needs to nurse during the night), I’ve been feeling fairly … bleh.
I’m starting to fantasize about locking myself in my bedroom with a giant bag of candy. It would be so sinful. So devious. So fun. I can’t decide if I like Twix or Milky Way the best.
I tried to make a pot pie last night, only I couldn’t make the pie crust behave itself with rolling it out *so tired*. I ended up mashing it all to the bottom of the pan and baking it with tinfoil over the top instead. Ha ha. Tasted good anyway.
The kids have also decided that they love canned sardines. IDK.
Anyway
I’ll be in my room if you need me.
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~Adulthood~
I’m anxiously awaiting the delivery of the replacement belt for the vacuum.
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Some days
Some days, you really just need to go out for ice cream then sit by a river.
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Love
Last year or so, I got into an online argument with someone. 😀
I don’t, usually. I’m perfectly aware that it’s a fruitless waste of time, so why bother, etc, etc, etc. But this one guy was all, “Men don’t need women,” and I wanted to blow off some steam.
Women are really only necessary if you want a future for humankind.
Anyway, that guy elaborated his comment to mean that love flows in one direction, going God -> Man -> Woman -> Child. God loves men, men love women, women love children, but children apparently don’t love anything? Except for maybe their pet cat. And cats love food. No arguments there.
Ha ha, I can’t even blog about this without making fun of it.
So, according to this guy’s logic, men get all their love from God, and therefore don’t need women.
I imagine that this guy’s life story is very lonely and depressing.
Love is significantly more interconnected than that. I know that as a mother, I feel an enormous amount of love from my children. They like to pick flowers for me, or climb to the top of the jungle gym and shout, “MOM I LOVE YOU!” They also love Dad, and like to get his favorite candy at the grocery store, or help him with his work.
As a family, we all very much love each other. The idea of one of us not needing the others is absurd.
Don’t go around assuming that men don’t need love from their wives and children — they very much do. Far more than they let on, too.
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Different
People always act like the only reason why I’m Different is because I don’t know how to be normal.
Normal isn’t that hard to figure out. I know that I could put on a pair of stretch pants and start talking about tHe LAteSt dISneY MOviE, but I chose not to.
Because I know that I’m the only person that has to live with myself 24/7 for the rest of my life.
So I might as well be the sort of person that I like.
And I don’t like normal.
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Cult of the Lamb
Been playing lots of this in my spare time, because it’s exactly the sort of game that I just eat up, lol. #I’maweirdo
By Autumn Rain 