Can anyone explain to me this insistence on tagging queued posts? No one cares if it was queued. This doesn’t help anyone find a post later. The tagging and tag search systems are bad enough.
It’s especially perplexing and somewhat annoying when you don’t tag anything else about a post’s content, don’t credit original artists/authors but there’s your cutesy queue tag. No. One. Cares.
(I’m stopped at a light watching a man w/a cardboard sign go from car to car & get turned down when asking for change. He approaches my car & before he can ask I speak up)
me: sorry- I don’t have any money, but I can give you a bottle of water- it hasn’t been opened. I forgot my wallet today & am already nervous I don’t have enough gas to make it home.
Guy accepts the water & as he does he looks at my gas gauge.
guy: you’re running on fumes! Here, let me help.
(He takes out his wallet & tries to give me $5)
me: I can’t accept that! If I run out of gas I’ll have a friend come & get me. You need that money!
We argue back & forth & as the light turns green he moves like he’s going back to the sidewalk. As soon as i begin moving he turns & throws the $5 into my car.
At the next light…
Guy from the car in the lane over: Did that guy give you money?
me: He did! It makes me feel like there is a chance for humanity after all!
I returned to the intersection the following day & presented the homeless man with a 6 pack.
people with anxiety disorders are so brave like we feel unbearable amounts of anxiety over doing things like going to the doctor or getting on a plane or talking on the phone or taking a test but sometimes we find the strength to do those things anyway even though we’re terrified out of our minds and that’s really amazing. people with anxiety are brave as hell
I called Mom this morning.
I want to tell her to use my chosen name. But I didn’t. Part of that…we know each other…so when I call, I don’t need to identify myself by name, and she doesn’t need to refer to me by name.
And I was reminded how certain she can be of her own rightness.
I also felt…very restrained from being myself in the call…I found the “safe” topics to talk about when she asked about my life lately, and avoided the things on which we’d disagree.
There are hundreds of miles between us, so we don’t get to share as much as we used to. It has been at least a week since I called her.
I am mourning something…and also realizing…when I lived with her 24/7…no wonder I didn’t feel I had the space to really find who I am.
I really hope I have what it takes to stand up for myself while I come out.