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Lots of things on my mind lately, but let me start with some bitchy snark.
A person who recently suffered a loss of a close family member asked on FB how they should respond to someone who tried to "out grief" them by telling them their loss was worse than the questioner's. This amuses me greatly because this is a person who always always responds to any mention of bereavement by immediately bringing up their loss of a sibling to suicide and how their grief is so much worse. I was slightly tempted to post something confrontational, but apparently my better angel was looking out for me. The advice from others was pretty solid and the questioner opened a dialogue to see what was up with that shit, so all's well, apparently. Nobody deserves grief, but, imo they deserved to have someone try to outgrief them.
In other news, I find myself cringing a little bit less when I think about the butthead rapist sort-of-ex. I've been hearing "How Soon Is Now" on the radio a lot lately since Morrissey is scheduled to perform somewhere in this area relatively soon, and it always makes me think of how sometime in the mid 2000's he was astounded to learn that the lyrics were so freaking sad. Which makes me think that he'd never actually listened to the lyrics except for the part of the chorus that everyone remembers: "I am the son, and the heir." I am absolutely positive that part sounded like "I am the sun and the air" to his ears, (mostly because it was used in that way in that teen witch movie "The Craft). Today I had a good chuckle when the song came on over his taking it for some hippy-dippy shit. Apologies to real hippies, but he made me hate poser-hippies and tie dye, by sheer association. Mainly because he was using always the same arguments men in the radical left were using during the 60's to preserve his male privilege (and bullying anyone who had a difference of opinion).
Today I have a really awful migraine that's been brewing since last week when I drove down to visit my folks in the OC. Food is always weird and hard when I'm away from home, plus hormone stuff makes me something something, where something something is usually me feeling crappy. But I think I'm actually able to distinguish between recognizing this-is-a-migraine and not-being-able-to-discern-physical-illness-from-depression-because-of-being-depressed. Now if only I could perform the self care required to actually treat my migraines when they're starting so they won't make my life hell when they go full-bore.
In the midst of all the bad news today, and the bad news that's been pretty constant since the election, I'm trying not to dwell on it. My heart has been breaking nearly every day for almost a year now.
A person who recently suffered a loss of a close family member asked on FB how they should respond to someone who tried to "out grief" them by telling them their loss was worse than the questioner's. This amuses me greatly because this is a person who always always responds to any mention of bereavement by immediately bringing up their loss of a sibling to suicide and how their grief is so much worse. I was slightly tempted to post something confrontational, but apparently my better angel was looking out for me. The advice from others was pretty solid and the questioner opened a dialogue to see what was up with that shit, so all's well, apparently. Nobody deserves grief, but, imo they deserved to have someone try to outgrief them.
In other news, I find myself cringing a little bit less when I think about the butthead rapist sort-of-ex. I've been hearing "How Soon Is Now" on the radio a lot lately since Morrissey is scheduled to perform somewhere in this area relatively soon, and it always makes me think of how sometime in the mid 2000's he was astounded to learn that the lyrics were so freaking sad. Which makes me think that he'd never actually listened to the lyrics except for the part of the chorus that everyone remembers: "I am the son, and the heir." I am absolutely positive that part sounded like "I am the sun and the air" to his ears, (mostly because it was used in that way in that teen witch movie "The Craft). Today I had a good chuckle when the song came on over his taking it for some hippy-dippy shit. Apologies to real hippies, but he made me hate poser-hippies and tie dye, by sheer association. Mainly because he was using always the same arguments men in the radical left were using during the 60's to preserve his male privilege (and bullying anyone who had a difference of opinion).
Today I have a really awful migraine that's been brewing since last week when I drove down to visit my folks in the OC. Food is always weird and hard when I'm away from home, plus hormone stuff makes me something something, where something something is usually me feeling crappy. But I think I'm actually able to distinguish between recognizing this-is-a-migraine and not-being-able-to-discern-physical-illness-from-depression-because-of-being-depressed. Now if only I could perform the self care required to actually treat my migraines when they're starting so they won't make my life hell when they go full-bore.
In the midst of all the bad news today, and the bad news that's been pretty constant since the election, I'm trying not to dwell on it. My heart has been breaking nearly every day for almost a year now.
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