ImPerFecTly

[mizarchivist]

(a word I can't say without thinking of early Ani.)

It's so nice to see more activity here. I'm nostalgic for 10+ years ago when there were fewer ways to talk to friends and I was able to focus more energy on one platform and be able to feel like I was connected. Feeling connected is harder right now.

Is it because I'm responsible for a not so small person (who's currently SUPPOSED to be quiet in their room right now, but is clearly having some sort of pitched battle with imaginary foes. But they are in bed, the light is out. Letter of the law is fulfilled)... But my time is less my own to do whatever. Being an hour late home often feels like a big deal.

I'm trying to cope with the brain in my head. It often feels fractured, full of anxiety and not-nice words to say about myself. (Currently telling me to quit whining, quit writing this-- fuck off, weasels, and not today.)

At least right now I don't feel like I have anything to say. So, I'll make some cookies and fold laundry.

Comments

[drwex]

<3

[mizarchivist]

<3

[moominmolly]

Feeling connected is a lot harder. Some of it’s probably age, some is life situation, some is social-media ecosystem, but I see it all around. I’m fundamentally kind of a Pollyanna, though, so I’m hoping that collectively and consciously trying to drum up connection will help.

Anyway: 💜

[mizarchivist]

Well, in light of my lacking a Pollyanna quality right now, I'm glad you retain some.

[kitchen_kink]

*pebble*

good to see you here.

[coraline]

fuck-off, weasels, indeed.
hi! it's good to see you here.

[mizarchivist]

Thanks, same!

[caulay]

*hugs*

[mizarchivist]

Thanks, kindly

[omly]

What kind of cookies?

[mizarchivist]

Chocolate chip!! Can't really go wrong with that. Unless you don't like chocolate chip, and then I can't help you.