I took my cat on his first walk yesterday
I had the most awful day today. Spectators at work were verbally abusive and the old trainer came by to make smartass sarcastic comments at us all day about how shit we were compared to her instead of maybe giving us constructive criticism. Plus she’s been bitching about how we do our job behind or backs to everyone. Made me so anxious that I’m even ok to admit that I went and cried in my car for 5 mins then I went home and had a fight with mum about going out at night.Aussie football is actually the worst. Everyone’s so angry all the time idk how kids grow up around it.
when i was in elementary school i was told by my teacher to stop using exclamation marks for every sentence and that they should only be used for exciting things and i remember feeling confused because i thought everything was exciting
things could be so much worse dude like could you imagine being in 4th period right now after eating some shitty unhealthy lunch and drinking a little fcking carton of milk like a little bitch for 25 minutes before obeying a loud bell that tells you to get your ass back to that super cold ice freezer room with a half ass teacher and a rock hard chair to sit in for hours wow
Major struggletown for like 15 mins putting on this dress because I gained back muscle and now I don’t even want to wear it cos my arms look bulky and my boobs are too small *ragequit*
So I’ve been on this same pill for 4 years now and they’ve changed the packaging!! It’s so cute now and I’m so pleased because the old packaging was just a pain to fit into my make up bag and things :3 yes that is the most exciting thing that’s happened to me today. I feel bad for my sis because she’s such an obedient child and she’s suffering almost the same as I did in high school with super heavy periods (needs to change pads every 2 hours) and the pill fixes that. It fixed my faint-worthy cramps as well but my parents are really against it and she won’t do the research and go behind their back like I do. I don’t know if I should encourage it even though her period is holding her back from doing a lot of things like going on exchange overseas and furthermore, my parents are pretty uneducated. Idkkkkk man I just want to help but I’m also scared she’ll dob on me to my parents instead and then I’ll get kicked out or something sigh.
Also my RHR has dropped to 75 on coffee??? (Used to get to like 100bpm lolol).
This blog pretty much describes my life as: I am constantly frustrated by people, am expensive to maintain, have anxiety issues and all of this is constantly interrupted by my laughing at stuff, lifting things and occasional social awareness education.
We were grabbing a bite of lunch at a small cafe, in a mall, right across from a booth that sold jewelry and where ears could be pierced for a fee. A mother approaches with a little girl of six or seven years old. The little girl is clearly stating that she doesn’t want her ears pierced, that’s she’s afraid of how much it will hurt, that she doesn’t like earrings much in the first place. Her protests, her clear ‘no’ is simply not heard. The mother and two other women, who work the booth, begin chatting and trying to engage the little girl in picking out a pair of earrings. She has to wear a particular kind when the piercing is first done but she could pick out a fun pair for later.
"I don’t want my ears pierced."
"I don’t want any earrings."
The three adults glance at each other conspiratorially and now the pressure really begins. She will look so nice, all the other girls she knows wear earrings, the pain isn’t bad.
She, the child, sees what’s coming and starts crying. As the adults up the volume so does she, she’s crying and emitting a low wail at the same time. “I DON’T WANT MY EARS PIERCED.”
Her mother leans down and speaks to her, quietly but strongly, the only words we could hear were ‘… embarrassing me.’
We heard, then, two small screams, when the ears were pierced.
Little children learn early and often that ‘no doesn’t mean no.’
Little children learn early that no one will stand with them, even the two old men looking horrified at the events from the cafeteria.
Little girls learn early and often that their will is not their own.
No means no, yeah, right.
Most often, for kids and others without power, ”no means force.”"
from "No Means Force" at Dave Hingsburger’s blog.
This is important. It doesn’t just apply to little girls and other children, though it often begins there.
For the marginalized, our “no’s” are discounted as frivolous protests, rebelliousness, or anger issues, or we don’t know what we’re talking about, or we don’t understand what’s happening.
When “no means force” we become afraid to say no.
For the last line of the above comment - When no means force, we become afraid to say no.(via collapsiblechair)
I really want to fully utilise my iPad but for some reason I still insist on carrying a weekly diary, small notepad for lists and reminders, exercise book for notes, file full of a semester of lecture notes that I -might- want to refer to and a pencil case. My bag is big and heavy and I hate myself. My technological struggle is real.
As a giraffe fan, I desperately need (read: the materialistic part of me is crying of want) the giraffe sweater from adidas to wear with my giraffe leggings and knitted gloves but unfortunately I do not have $100 AUD.
I have countered today’s anxiety with sitting in the library and listening to live piano music while thinking of all the things I want to but cannot buy.