Mixed Growth

I woke up just under 6 hours after going to bed, and only felt slightly hungover. I was going to finish journaling, then go back to that psych course, but as soon as I got to the computer, Lady Miss Friday came out from under the bed, stared at me and shook her tail, and requested I lay with her instead. When she did let me up, I posted about it, and Cyndi's comment was to link to a gent named Jackson Galaxy, who does Youtube vids on cat behavior and body language. Naturally I subscribed and used the opportunity to push Well Absolutely, by Body Language, and then Rice Boy, since those two are so associated in my head. Kind of the way I associate D&D: Warriors of the Eternal Sun with Nirvana: MTV Unplugged in New York. Kind of.

Tim called me, and on hearing he was right about Julian's drinking, became even more concerned about the visit. He wants to come over some time this weekend, which means I've got some cleaning to do.

Colleen messaged me back - she'd been working a night shift, due to insomnia, and said she was really enjoying The Last Unicorn. That voice started whispering she wasn't actually reading it, just paying lip service. I put a muzzle on it, and reminded myself that it doesn't fucking matter. I keep them in bulk to share with folks. What they do with them after that doesn't matter.

Awkwardly, my mom also messaged me, with another Q Anon garbage video. She'd messaged me some nonsense the other day, but got quiet when I asked for a citation. As hard as it was to be actually nice, and not just condescend from outer space, it was arguably healthy. She keeps drinking the Kool-Aid, but she keeps messaging me because their talking points and fear mongering have gotten to her, and she's worried for my safety. The most unfortunate talking point was that criminals have more rights than I do, which is a verbatim quote from Dad. The former helped me be nicer, while the latter enabled me to not take so much pity that I let her drift towards Q Anon go unchecked.

Lady Miss Friday went to her closet to nap, and I decided to finally make/post another video, despite that one voice. Am I to add schizophrenia to my list at some point? I almost just beat off sans camera, but stopped and reminded myself that it's better to film it and not use it than have a good shot and miss it. It was, it turns out, a fairly massive shot, though I haven't posted for over a month, so I'm starting on my backlog of vids first. On the plus side, even I can see that I've lost weight in the last month.

Some random Right Wing trash started posting conspiracy theories and the like on my wall, so I batted her around until she got scared and blocked me. On the one hand, that's not very diplomatic of me. On the other, it's a fine outlet, helps me hone my diplomacy...and condescension, and as I've mentioned, I believe it's important not to let these weeds spread, in whatever capacity you're able to. One of my friends got *really* upset that I don't just block trolls, but cared enough to message me when I turned my polite, but firm (and still condescending) sights on him.

Perhaps inspired by the above trash, a FB Friend tried to come for me on my post about Susan B. Anthony. I thought he was Libertarian, but apparently he's a full on Trumpet. The poor fool actually tried to condescend to me. Sure, and I'm gonna teach Aimee how to cook. He kept going in circles, and I kept calling him on it. One reason I love text-based conversations.

It had been 2 3/4 days since I ate, and I couldn't decide whether to "give in" or not, but I did eventually opt for the last couple gyoza, and saw too late that my lettuce had gone bad. I watched Community for a while in the evening, and tried to quiet the festering guilt that Lady Miss Friday would rather be on the bed, but sacrificed her happiness to be next to me. That's what I got from my cat curled up next to me on the couch.