I was very brave today! Now I will tell you about it!
As you may have noticed, I currently have, to paraphrase "O Brother Where Art Thou" that DE-pression on.
For the last six (eight?) weeks, I have been in a miserable shame cycle with my dirty bathrooms. Every time I take a bath or wash my face or brush my teeth, I'm overwhelmed by how gross everything is.
And think I MUST CLEAN THIS BATHROOM. 1. Clean the tubs 2. Scrub the shower doors 3. Dehunk the sinks 4. Shine up the mirrors 5. Clean cat hair from the floors
Okay, so that means I have to put on cleaning clothes. Gotta find the rubber gloves. Oh lordt, it's chilly. I am definitely going to get wet. Shit the only way to rinse the shower doors is to stand in their naked and splash water from a cup.
Gotta put a towel down in there so I don't slip and fall. Do I have enough paper towels? Where is the fucking windex? 3...2...1... NOW I AM ONE THOUSAND AND ONE MILLIWHELMS AND I CANNOT CLEAN THE BATHROOM
I AM TRASH MY DIRTY BATHROOM IS TRASH I GUESS I WILL GET BACK INTO BED AND TRY TO READ SOME NICE SMUT ONLY TO DISCOVER THAT I'M TOO UNFOCUSED TO READ AT ALL
But the sinks in particular kept bothering me more and more. I dropped a face cleaning cloth into it, and then I didn't want to put it near my face.
Yesterday it occurred to me that perfect had become the enemy of the good in giant, be-shamed way. I couldn't clean the sink because I didn't have it in me to scrub everything.
Today I put an apron on over my house dress (rather than change). I pinned my bangs back. I put on Stephen's gloves because I didn't want to look for mine.
Then I VERY BRAVELY used Scrubbing Bubbles and Windex and paper towels, and I cleaned the sinks, counters, and mirrors! Trying a little actually helped!
A little actually was better than nothing!
I still absolutely do not have the juice to get the cat hair off the floors or sandblast the soap scum off the shower doors (ha! haha!), but the tubs seems at least 1/3 less mythically impossible.
I still have that DE-pression on. Clean sinks do not fix that. But maybe I am only partially trash as opposed to entirely, hopelessly trash.
As my grandfather-in-law the pastor used to say, "To quote the Good Book, he who tooteth not his own horn, so shall his horn go untooted." and that is why I told you about my braveness today. #toottoot
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I was "in 2020 years old" before I figured out that no small part of the reason American's don't set things on fire is that there is no social safety net or nationalized healthcare. We are literally scared we will go hungry or die without our medicines.
The Greatest, Most Free Country In The World ™️ bows and scrapes to corporate overlords and leaders trying to destroy democracy because we've been blackmailed. When we have to choose between freedom and *the actual possibility of death*, we don't want to die.
It's not a stupid choice. If you can't live without your insulin, if you don't have savings (ha), if there's a three hour line at the local foodbank, then you can't risk your job and your family's little scrap of something like security.
Oh diet season. The ghoulish tradition of reading that 95-98% of diets fail, but being surrounded by them anyway.
Is it any wonder that people won't wear a mask even though science says they work.
People don't believe consequences apply to them, but even more critically: There is major profit to be made convincing people to go along with these lies.
That's what the diet industry and the COVID denier industry have in common: They use lies urge people toward cruelty and death because they can reap profit and power from it.
We got Thai food so I wouldn't have to cook dinner, and the power of very spicy noodles (or at least the chili endorphins) briefly made me feel like myself again.
Food not tasting good has been one of the clues that made me realize I'm super dupes depressed right now and not just "in a bit of a mood" for the last six months.
Other clues: Can't concentrate long enough to read, regularly sleeping 9-10 hours, significant decline in general horniness, keep turning the heat down so I can swaddle myself in blankets.