When real things happen to imaginary people

- In an attempt to keep my sanity/improve my mood/reboot my brain, I'm (mostly) staying off social media once I'm done with work. (Yes, I'm active on social media during the work day, mostly because my personal computer is next to my work computer, so I dink around while I'm waiting for things to do what they're supposed to.) What am I doing in the evenings? Recently it's been rewatch all the comfort media, because I am STRESSED about :: gestures vaguely :: everything. I'm getting back into DIY and customizing clothes. My beloved (and long-discontinued) long velvet waistcoats from ChicStar no longer fit me, but I can add D-ring tape to the inside of the openings and lace them up over ruffled blouses! I'm currently working on my black one, and am adding wide venice lace along the front to cover where the button holes are. Depending on how this works, I'm doing this to the matching wine red one. 

-I 'm hoping that doing this will eventually get me to the point where I can write non-work stuff again. I know what the next few Gothic Charm School articles will be, I just need to get the motivation and brain together to write.

- I have my follow-up appointment for the microblading of my brows in early Dec. Since it involves going to Seattle, I'm going to contact my regular tattoo artist and find out if he has an opening on the same day so I can go get my next tattoo. It's a small one, but vital that I get pretty damn soon, especially with all the poking at my insecurities that has been going on in therapy. It's two lines from "Rock n' Roll Suicide" by David Bowie: "you're wonderful", in his handwriting. (Yes, there are images of the handwritten lyrics out there online.) So yeah, if the scheduling works out, I'm essentially getting two tattoos in one day. Wheee!

- Speaking of therapy, whooo. I now know that if someone says "I'm proud of you", my instinct is to either vocally dismiss it or start crying. Thanks, Brain Raccoons, so helpful. Look, I know repressing my emotions so I can take care of other people is not a valid long-term plan of behavior, but figuring out how to rein back that impulse is difficult. As much as I get mad at Dad about the "Oh, I don't want to bother you" pattern, I have to admit that I do the same damn thing. (People of a certain age, you're welcome for the "I learned it from you!" PSA flashback.)