Fronds.
I have to work 7am – 7pm the next three days for a big social work conference. Please to save me with headcanons and questions and ficlets or whatever else springs to mind so I can periodically hide in the hotel bathroom and Kylux.
Fronds.
I have to work 7am – 7pm the next three days for a big social work conference. Please to save me with headcanons and questions and ficlets or whatever else springs to mind so I can periodically hide in the hotel bathroom and Kylux.
I think I haven’t really posted anything sad for a long time. Or I hope not. I started going to therapy again, which is a good thing, but my therapist pointed out to me in one session that it sounded like the ‘things I do for fun really stress me out.’ One of those is writing. I thought about that, and it’s true, and I think a lot of that stress actually comes from stuff I see on Tumblr. Even though I’ve worked diligently to block / delete negative blogs and other things I don’t want to see, I still see stuff that is so full of hate, over things that are so ridiculous.
I saw a client last Thursday at work who tried to kill herself two days later and called to talk to me from the hospital. I spent an hour on the phone listening to this poor guy yesterday sobbing and falling apart that I don’t know how to help. I come home to try to relax and see folks bickering with each other and being ugly over how they and others choose to perceive someone’s body size. I see posts slamming other people’s ideas for their creative outlets, written in demeaning ways that have made me feel bad about myself and feel bad for other people. I get mail in my inbox criticizing stuff that’s just so trivial to me that I can’t even think of a response.
I hope I’ve tried to be a positive person, and that I’ve tried to correct any instances in which I haven’t been. Maybe the negativity that I see here is minor, and just feels exacerbated by the fact that my real life work is hugely negative and taxing. I don’t know. I do know that after this week, I have no desire to share my writing even with my friends, in case someone’s harboring a dislike for my trope, or doesn’t like who tops, or doesn’t agree with Hux’s body size. I know you can’t please all the people all the time, and I’m sure I worry too much about it, but it’s sad to me to seek community and see so many examples everywhere of rejection, both implicit and explicit.
I honestly don’t know what to do about it. Maybe go away.
Sometimes doing what I do for a living steals every last bit of my energy, and it’s hard to remember that life is not just hard and ugly. If anyone has a happy story, or something nice about their life to tell me, please do. I don’t care if it’s just that you woke up this morning and the sunrise was pretty. Please share.
Yoooo! Does anyone reading All The Way To Your Door feel like bouncing ideas around with its author? :))))