Welcome in, 2025!

 Here we go, kiddies.

It's been a whole 7 days of 2025, and I'm going to give you the Oru List of What-the-fucks. 

NEW YEAR CONS: 

- Dogs both got some seriously disturbing stomach bugs, and had been shitting acid for about 5 days between the pair of them. This includes, but is not limited to: waking us up at ungodly hours so they don't shit indoors, shitting indoors when I'm at work by accident because they can't hold it, cleaning up said shit, etc...

- The wonderous world of Feminine-Bodily-Functions assaulted me three days ago, which turned my already low seasonal depression into rock-fucking-bottom depression, spurred on by completing a video game that was so good that I think I may actually DIE because I can no longer continue playing the character I made to beat the game.

- Guess what!? I don't want to work on my edits. I don't want to stress over something SO important to me, knowing that it's going to just sit and die like every other thing I make of my life! What's the point? Have I started bathing in the acrid waters of nihilism!? PERHAPS! At the very least, I'm in the midst of a wallop of a seasonal depression.

- No raise yet. Hooray. 

- The continued and uncontrollable urge to weep, brought on by: music, random thoughts, tactile sensations, looking in the mirror, a fucking BREEZE blowing in the wrong direction, etc... 

NEW YEAR PROS:

- I am still very much alive. So are my dogs, and my love, and my friends. 

- People liked my Chocolate-Gingerbread Cookies.

- The game I'm playing/played until oblivion is absolutely fantastic. Judge me all you want, but I've been a fan of the franchise since Origins. I'm obsessed with the world, the lore, the everything. DragonAge: The Veilguard, my beloved (as some of my friends would surely say.) IN my opinion, the movement of the characters is so natural (especially in comparison to earlier chapters of the game,) and the dialogue is beautifully crafted to purposefully draw you closer to the NPCs, letting you be brusque and rude and funny, but not needing to worry about accidentally alienating an NPC based on a difference of opinion. There's so much more good about it, but I can't because I'll cry like a damn sap. Maybe later.

- I still think my hands are pretty cool. As in, I like the appearance, flexibility, and general size & shape of my hands. Which is something, right? I think it counts. 

- I need a fifth one to make it even. Let me think. Um. Oh, I'm in the party for a friend of mine, gonna be a Grooms-person, and The Groom's dad got all our suits for us, so all we have to pay is Tax. I think that's VERY swell of him, and I thanked him profusely. 

Nearly There

 Gosh, 5 whole posts in the span of a year! Well done, self-proclaimed writer! (I'm almost proud, honestly. That's five more than I thought I would remember to do! 😅)

And to top it off -- sigh -- they're all rather dark and broody, aren't they?

Hmm. 

Well I wish I could say this one is going to be different, but WHY break a nice streak? I'm here to make it 6 posts in 2024, and keep the mood at just barely above drowning! Hooray!

Oh the seasonal depression. It's like your normal depression, only intensified by the plastic brilliance of Holiday Decorations, and everyone trying to be so nice  to each other, and of course the added stress of getting gifts, cleaning house, decorating, sending cards, avoiding people you don't want to see, trying to see people you DO want to see, bottling up emotions to keep everyone comfortable, scheduling time off, realizing you'll never be able to take a nice long paid vacation ever in your stupid life, feeling painfully nostalgic for the days when this season actually made you happy instead. 

You know. The Seasonal Version. 

Wow. I am not allowed to cry at work. Phew. Okay. We'll take a raincheck on this one, folks!

Rough, Buddy.

 I made the mistake of having faith in people. Which is strange for me, considering I'm more bitter than optimistic, these days. I'm judgmental and unforgiving, I don't trust strangers, and I certainly don't like meandering around populated areas alone at night. But for some unknown reason, this election, I thought, "What the hell. People literally can't be THAT stupid."

They can. They are. It makes me sick. It makes me unsteady, to realize with disbelief that more than half of this country actually thinks the way they do. That they think this ego-inflated, mentally-deficient, morally-antagonistic, machismo-driven sexual offender is a Better Choice. 

They actually think that. It blows my mind, I can watch five minutes of this man speaking through his fucking duck-face, and I feel my IQ start to sink just to understand what he's saying. Maybe I'm one of the stronger ones, who could pull away before my mind snapped and regressed to the terrible twos, where the rest of his support group mentally dwells. 

Some sort of large scale Enchantment, a charm to numb weak minds and take control, that would do the trick. Some black magic, real evil shit, if that were true that would make things so much easier. See if that WAS the case, that would imply that there was magic, and if there was magic, I would magic missile his ass so hard we would, as a collective, get our IQ's returned to us. 

But no, this world blows, and more than half the people in it blow (which is a fucking lot of people.) And it is really hard to keep shit together when the absolutely unbelievable is happening right beside you, know what I mean? 

I'm so sorry to all of you out there who expected more from us. I wish there were a greater number of us who thought the way I do, who feel how I feel, but evidently there are... fewer than I thought. 

It's sad really. Like realizing you're an endangered species. That any day might be the last time your thoughts are heard, your words spoken. That any day you could say something that makes perfect sense, and the people around you will see you as other.

Well. At least it's a pretty day out.