The Not Happy Thread

It kinda read like that but I didn't want to cast aspersions. The number of popups and extraneous bullshit that showed on my tablet reminded me of The Daily Mail.

 

Just mad about the world in general, the fucked up people.

Saw a post on Facebook about pedos taking over Tiktock showing the image of an adult man looking down a little girl’s shirt.

And one of my favorite YouTubers had basically everything he ever own stolen from him by a shady moving company when he was moving back to Toronto from LA.

So yeah, I’m fed up with humanity.

 

Time for a reboot.

 

Mother nature is working on it, don't worry.

 

Me, too.

 

"'Cause mom's gonna fix it all soon.
Mom's comin' 'round to put it back the way it ought to be."
Tool - AEnima

 

Feelings of loneliness hit me so hard today. Sometimes it's really difficult to be strong.

 

Because I have been kicked out of my bedroom so the workers can expand it, I am relegated to the tiny guest room at the east end of the house. This situation is non-ideal. It's cold in the east! I yearn to return to the west end of the house, where I control the climate and not my roomie! But that's weeks away.

 

You sound like the heroine of an early 19th century novel.

 

I think Wuthering Heights or Villette would have been infinitely improved if the main conflict had revolved around sleeping arrangements. As it is I didn't finish either of them.

 

Either way, learn to swim is the prescription.

 

I've got a nonsensical called "Watermelon Sugar" by Harry Stiles stuck in my head and it's God awful. I'm so fucking tired of hearing the title words in my head, which are said in the song probably fifty damn times, that it's hard to focus on anything else. Terrible song and evening because of it. (I'm being dramatic, but really, I could never hear it again and live a happy life).

 

I'm heading straight to YouTube to hear that song! ...not....

 

It is a good song, just not when it's stuck on internal infinite repeat.

 

I have plenty of earworms, thank you very much. I still get stuck on "Rubber Ducky, you're the one, you make bathtime so much fun, Rubber Ducky I'm awfully fond of yoooo...bodie o doh doh..."

Oh ...shiiit.....

 

Feels like I'm already in the oven and tomorrow it's gonna be a 37, while today it says it's a 34... Just a 34... I find it hard to believe and I don't have a thermometer to check. My internal thermostat must be broken. I feel like it's much higher than a 34. I usually fair well with warm weather. Must be the southern winds effect. The cosmic hair dryer.

 

You listened to a Harry Stiles song all the way through and expected to retain your sanity?

 

It wasn't by choice...

 

Captive audience, huh?

 

For those concerned about roller blades. I've finally returned the bad fitting ones and am on the cusp of forgetting the idea entirely. Though part of me still delights in the idea of the speed involved--the wind whipping in my face. Yesterday was a particularly brutal jog because I delayed going out by an hour and a half. The Sun punished me relentlessly for it. I found myself groaning and wailing each time I spotted a long unshaded segment of the sidewalk. Dead earthworms looked like over cooked pie crust on the sidewalk. Other joggers could barely even muster the strength to lift their eyes at me when we passed each other. All of us idiots torturing ourselves were left trying to gulp down air so thick with humidity we sometimes forgot we weren't swimming. I might have saw someone attempting a breast stroke at some point. And such is exercising through the summer near the Louisiana/Texas state line. My consolation prize was my worn out shoes finally made my shins whimper. Luckily, my new shoes came in the mail but my body and soul need time to heal.

I don't know. I'm 78% convinced I actually delight in these small tortures. The same as turning the hot water off in the shower at the end of washing and getting a weird serial killer smile when the ice cold water hits me. Whatever the case I'm still unhappy about potentially forgetting the whole roller blade idea, thus proving to my partner it was a silly idea in the first place. I can't let him win.

 

Don't give up. I need the vicarious satisfaction from knowing that a stranger on the internet owns a pair of rollerblades.