You know that feeling when you’re just waiting for your anger to dissipate?
Like a situation has been resolved, you’ve gotten everything you need or want out of it, literally nothing else can be done, and it’s over.
But you’re still fucking angry?
I have a real issue with the concept of permanency, as indicated by the fact I’ve lived here for about a year now and parts of my room are still packed. Working on fixing that.
(Roommate has offered solution to book storage that doesn’t involve me buying furniture, which I appreciate. Not because I don’t want to spend money but because owning furniture is a step too far for my comfort level. I’ve only ever had what I can store in a few boxes and backpacks.)
This is actually causing me a fair amount of anxiety whee.
Thank you darlings. I just feel like everything is rebounding on me right now and like I can’t do anything right. I’m gonna eat ice cream and watch Bones and pretend I have no responsibilities or interpersonal relationships. *hides*
Okay I’m gonna make a post about my thoughts on feminism. If you are interested please feel free to read it. If you are looking to be confrontational please don’t. I will say my views don’t align with most of tumblr’s, and that’s okay. I don’t talk about them very much for just that reason. I will not push my views down anyone else’s throat and ask the same respect in return. But it bothers me way too much that the environment of this website has me too scared to put my own views on my own blog, so I’m gonna do that.
Discussion of diet and exercise under the cut for people who don’t wish to be exposed to such things.