A couple of things:
I have a job interview tomorrow for a non-profit organization that helps the disabled. It’s 4 days per week, office work, and has amazing benefits. While I’m scared of the potential stress, I’m hoping that it goes well and that I can begin being able to afford things like fixing my car and getting proper health care. So wish me luck.
I’m just going to have to be a hippie from now on, where my legs are concerned, because unless I can find a method of hair removal that doesn’t result in either chemical burns or bloodshed, I’m going to be walking around wearing pants all the time, anyway. Last night was the last straw, as it were, with the past 20 years of my life being one experiment after another. My leg hair’s so light, I don’t know how people will notice, anyway, especially since I’m not a skirt-wearer, generally. Why include this in a blog post? Because my legs sting, and I’m having to wear shorts and push my socks down (this is a big deal, folks – knee socks are my “thing” for several reasons, and have been since I was 14) to keep my upper shins from being all dramatic. I look diseased. I’m having flashbacks to middle school. Not cool, Skin. Not cool.
I started a new anxiety medication last week, and the only real difference I’ve noticed is that my brain just basically wants me to take a nap and forget about my “to-do” list. The panic and stress are still there, just under a blanket.
Related to the above, I have 35 days to submit all of my materials for grad school.
Also related, I’ve had to add a third male to my list of people to whom I have no idea how I’d react if I interacted with them, in person, again. What is WRONG with people?
The more I have to talk about, the less I have to say. It’s like revisiting the topics in the form of a blog post is just as stressful, and my brain’s like, “Yeah, how about we just NOT do that?” So that’s why I don’t post as much.