I drop all my papers on the floor, flustered I drop to my hands and knees trying to collect them, comically they keep blowing away and slipping. A gentle wet noise grabs my attention and I look up. I see a hand holding all my (neatly organized and collated) papers, I blush and thank the sentient ground beef golem. They, at least I think they, laugh and speckle my glasses with finely marbled protein oddment and I suddenly know who I'm going to spend the rest of my life with.
(Meat Cute)
Especially thinking about a group therapy session where someone was yelling at me bc imo they were projecting a lot of shitty men in their life onto me, and then I shut down at that and just stonewalled/ignored them, repeating "i can't talk to you unless you stop yelling, please calm down so i can engage, i can't talk to you" which upset them even more. Like, I just wanted to disengage, but my disengagement caused her pain, but her engagement caused me to avoid, etc, etc.
Swirling some thoughts on how being able to unplug/detach/avoid (with fewer consequences) is a privilege, that privileges are often things we should all have so it's not always the case that people shouldn't access their privilege, and as always coming down to where is the boundary/limit for telling others what they should do/feel.
I feel like I come down to the general situation of "stop doing nothing" vs "stop telling me do things" and when it's okay to be on one side or the other of that.
Thank you @Cyborgneticz and @swirlz for keeping me company while i try not to fall asleep on camera today I am 100% sure I will be doing this again next week.
oh god it's just been 90 minutes of aimless kvetching about the trump admin please i'm begging let this not be the whole semester.
All I wanna do is follow you and boost your toots. Everyone's so pretty.
I love frisson, breeze, and bichon frise.
He/him. No kids allowed. 18+ only please. really.
Extremely receptive to criticism.