Education is quite focussed on management. Managing situations into good outcomes and managing deteriorating situations to avoid bad outcomes. Bad outcomes involve less premptive work but require much more paperwork after the event.
It's taken 4 weeks to get to this point where the first "down" of 2020 has occurred. It's easy to spot the the 'event' which broke the camel's back but harder to focus on the corcumstances which led up to it. In the aim of better mental health (as I think that's all anyone can aspire to) what happened?
Working in education is difficult, but so is any job. The difference is the person you are when seen outside of hours. One must be very protective of their own life away from the edu-space and that can be draining. It can be more so for people who live in smaller communities where their life can seem to exist in a fishbowl. Someone saw you telling off your child at the football ground and cant wait to tell you what their parents thought of you come Monday etc. In a good week I can get to be myself (uncensored warts aand all) for around 30-60 minutes. Enough time to get air for the upcoming week,
What happens when that time becomes rationed? Well, I have an idea. 60 Minutes a week (just over 8 minutes a day) became 60 minutes in 2.5 weeks (17-18 days give or take) thats now 3min 20 seconds per day. One pop song's time to let go of everything if you can find that time. One thing I am not good at is time manufacture. Two nights I was watching a film, which entailed watching snippets of 10-20sec while adding to work pintrest boards, adding planning, writing on a student shared document and researhing options for hands on ways to teach narrative writing.
"There are some great resources online", is a term that can hugely misrepresent the time needed to locate and implement such things. Multitasking via smartphone is my only way of getting close to the job done because to work in education nowadays you must feel you are 'called' to be so. It can be a position which consumes all of you until the point where I feel like I cant draw breath and my heart races and my head is dizzy and I write annoying run-on sentences with a total lack of punctuation or regard for the poor person who may or may not wind up reading them just to show what it can be like and how important those 60 minutes are because you are on show and a model of responsibility, compassion and humility while putting yourself aside for the needs of others in and outside of your employment....
So the break time is important and I cant figure out where to take it. Do I not be there for family? do I not be as prepared as I can be for work? or do I not take my 3min 20sec a day? guess which I have been choosing.
I need help to manage my life. I don't know how to let other's know of that expectation. Maybe it's unreasonable but its the expectation I've had to work under my entire professional life. Today it will seem to others that I'm all bent out of shape over breakfast. I'm bent out of shape over the compromises and failures of the last two and a half weeks and not being able to get air leading up to breakfast.
The bad mood has been mostly kept to myself today and I shall contunie to try and stifle it for as long as possible. Knowing its probably another 10 days until air. Breathe shallowly.
Saturday, 22 February 2020
Monday, 3 February 2020
Repairable Me?
Very much questioning the mini fridge's ability to maintain 4c when the temp hits 40. Wishing I'd read the specs before drinking the milk that had been stored in said mini fridge (cooler actually).
Back at it, with a goal of being a marginally better person this year and less whiny. I think I'd become a part of "cancel culture" for a while there and stepping away from social media is a nice way to get to know people rather than interactions with news feeds. I think I will strive to have more months away this year.
Health: physically, see the above and mentally things are going OK. I might be at a high point but I seem to be able to hit a number of targets but will see how things go when the number of targets which require hitting ramp up at work. I started toying with the idea of a bucket list at the end of 2019. Which things constitute bucket list worthiness? I don't have much of a desire to see the Himalayas or sleep in the desert or jump out of a plane. Does my lack of willingness to do such things make my goals less worthy?
I have goals in my life, some are experienced based and deeply personal. Some would doubtless make little to no sense to anyone else, but they're mine and time is ticking. Someone may want to go skydiving and I want to fix an iPod. One idea I have had is that many people's goals seem to have some element of conquering the world in which they live. Climb the mountain, swim in the hot sporing, see all the points of the compass. I want to conquer the place where I live, between my ears.
Sleep is the word
One week in at work and perhaps the biggest shock is that I'm still tired. My knee aches after sitting for long periods, which is difficult if I am completing a lot of work at the desk or kitchen table at night. I have tried a few things, pillows, wheat bags, ice packs and medication. Unfortunately the medication that affords me sleep is highly addictive.
From what I can deduce my sleep issues come from a couple of places:
1. GPS (Gotta Poop Syndrome) having no large intestine and a small internal pouch means no colostomy bag for me but also frequent trips to the toilet at home. The best method to not spend all day in the little room is to keep busy, intellectual rigour. Sleep time discourages mental problem solving and I will wake frequently in the night to engage our facilities. The alternative is to sleep and crap myself, not likely.
2. Pain, getting to sleep requires a fair effort and it seems laying still makes my knee ache quite badly. I have taken some codeine based meds to help with the pain and induce sleep (they re even mildly constipating which helps with GPS) but they are highly addictive and I don't want to become dependent. The pain coming off them is worse than the pain that drove me to taking them.
3. Stress, everyone is stressed. Everyone has worries. So do I. Maybe the worries that I cannot talk about are the same as yours, but I cant talk about them. I am lucky to be able to share with my Mrs I.M and Cate (with a C) which helps but these are not the kind of things that I can talk about with anyone else and to be honest I would never feel comfortable in doing that anyway. I have some stresses from work as we all do and then the ones that follow me around. My teeth, my breath, my face, my upper body, will I need the toilet soon? Do I snore? Why would anyone marry me? going on in the background along with Stress X (the aforementioned unmentionable kind). Is that like everyone else? Do you feel like a teenager whenever you're talking to someone? As if you have no knowledge or life experience, or you're just trying too hard to impress?
4. Caffeine. Stress and work and life make me tired so I drink a fair amount of coffee. I try to have no more than 6 a day at worst. Currently lowering that to 4. Caffeine helps you stay awake to deal with the tiring workload of life but then it makes it hard to fall asleep and also exacerbates GPS.
5. Ability to relax, this may seem to be a part of stress but I see it as separate. stressed people find ways to relax all over the world, as have I. Having conducted some 'tests' there are some interesting things that happen when I can be relaxed and, watch my caffeine intake and diet. Pity there's a lot to do in the meantime and little time for it, relaxation is limited to around 20 minutes per week.
I asked Cate if I was broken at my last session. She didn't believe so but conceded that it would be difficult to break a cycle that has been who I am for my lifetime to try and be who I am, not who I've been. I'm under renovation and the building site is messy. With her and Mrs I.M I'm slowly sifting through the rubble to see what goes back in and what is discarded. The last week let me know that everybody is a ticking clock and we don't know when our time is up. It stresses me to think that time is running out as my life has already been rebuilt twice. It does, however heartened me to think that the ticking clock might force me to just out and be 'me' because life is meant to be lived honestly and happily (supposedly).
Maybe the reason this song resonates so much.
I.M
Back at it, with a goal of being a marginally better person this year and less whiny. I think I'd become a part of "cancel culture" for a while there and stepping away from social media is a nice way to get to know people rather than interactions with news feeds. I think I will strive to have more months away this year.
Health: physically, see the above and mentally things are going OK. I might be at a high point but I seem to be able to hit a number of targets but will see how things go when the number of targets which require hitting ramp up at work. I started toying with the idea of a bucket list at the end of 2019. Which things constitute bucket list worthiness? I don't have much of a desire to see the Himalayas or sleep in the desert or jump out of a plane. Does my lack of willingness to do such things make my goals less worthy?
I have goals in my life, some are experienced based and deeply personal. Some would doubtless make little to no sense to anyone else, but they're mine and time is ticking. Someone may want to go skydiving and I want to fix an iPod. One idea I have had is that many people's goals seem to have some element of conquering the world in which they live. Climb the mountain, swim in the hot sporing, see all the points of the compass. I want to conquer the place where I live, between my ears.
Sleep is the word
One week in at work and perhaps the biggest shock is that I'm still tired. My knee aches after sitting for long periods, which is difficult if I am completing a lot of work at the desk or kitchen table at night. I have tried a few things, pillows, wheat bags, ice packs and medication. Unfortunately the medication that affords me sleep is highly addictive.
From what I can deduce my sleep issues come from a couple of places:
1. GPS (Gotta Poop Syndrome) having no large intestine and a small internal pouch means no colostomy bag for me but also frequent trips to the toilet at home. The best method to not spend all day in the little room is to keep busy, intellectual rigour. Sleep time discourages mental problem solving and I will wake frequently in the night to engage our facilities. The alternative is to sleep and crap myself, not likely.
2. Pain, getting to sleep requires a fair effort and it seems laying still makes my knee ache quite badly. I have taken some codeine based meds to help with the pain and induce sleep (they re even mildly constipating which helps with GPS) but they are highly addictive and I don't want to become dependent. The pain coming off them is worse than the pain that drove me to taking them.
3. Stress, everyone is stressed. Everyone has worries. So do I. Maybe the worries that I cannot talk about are the same as yours, but I cant talk about them. I am lucky to be able to share with my Mrs I.M and Cate (with a C) which helps but these are not the kind of things that I can talk about with anyone else and to be honest I would never feel comfortable in doing that anyway. I have some stresses from work as we all do and then the ones that follow me around. My teeth, my breath, my face, my upper body, will I need the toilet soon? Do I snore? Why would anyone marry me? going on in the background along with Stress X (the aforementioned unmentionable kind). Is that like everyone else? Do you feel like a teenager whenever you're talking to someone? As if you have no knowledge or life experience, or you're just trying too hard to impress?
4. Caffeine. Stress and work and life make me tired so I drink a fair amount of coffee. I try to have no more than 6 a day at worst. Currently lowering that to 4. Caffeine helps you stay awake to deal with the tiring workload of life but then it makes it hard to fall asleep and also exacerbates GPS.
5. Ability to relax, this may seem to be a part of stress but I see it as separate. stressed people find ways to relax all over the world, as have I. Having conducted some 'tests' there are some interesting things that happen when I can be relaxed and, watch my caffeine intake and diet. Pity there's a lot to do in the meantime and little time for it, relaxation is limited to around 20 minutes per week.
I asked Cate if I was broken at my last session. She didn't believe so but conceded that it would be difficult to break a cycle that has been who I am for my lifetime to try and be who I am, not who I've been. I'm under renovation and the building site is messy. With her and Mrs I.M I'm slowly sifting through the rubble to see what goes back in and what is discarded. The last week let me know that everybody is a ticking clock and we don't know when our time is up. It stresses me to think that time is running out as my life has already been rebuilt twice. It does, however heartened me to think that the ticking clock might force me to just out and be 'me' because life is meant to be lived honestly and happily (supposedly).
Maybe the reason this song resonates so much.
I.M
Saturday, 14 December 2019
enthusiastically me
There seems to be no end of ideas for today's blog post but they seem to evaporate upon opening the laptop. Some of them even seemed interesting but life inexorably moves on. The flavour would probably be mental health. I've just finished Chris Eccleston's book, 'I love the bones of you'. Which contains plenty of food for thought.
Teeming with ideas is a warning sign, the 'up' is starting. Funnily I can look back on it now and see when it began (I can trace is back at least two weeks). I started saying 'yes' and making plans. Being motivated isn't a bad thing at all but anyone who is prone to routine changes of mood often experiences both up and down to a more extreme level than the average bear. In context I am saying yes to everything which is dangerous psychologically as I will leave myself no time for respite when my moods change. I also run the risk of burning out over a "break" period before I have to go back to the much more mentally taxing times at work.
People tend to think, or at least I think that people tend to think that someones mental health is only at risk when they are depressed. We only hear about those who "suffer depression" (must look up the convention for quotation marks). I seldom thought of people who 'suffer' from positive moods but these are the times when I am feeling great and can over commit myself and my time to projects that will take a huge mental toll later on. These are commonly referred to as 'manias' and where the 'manic' in 'Manic Depression' comes from.
So far in this six weeks I have committed to: insulating the shed, repairing and casting a large fibreglass mould, regularly meeting for coffee, days in work to prepare my rooms for 2019, a trip to the state capital for Mrs I.M's Christmas (perfectly fair and reasonable) bowling, driving lessons, outfitting the new van, making multiple paper trays, selling things on eBay, clearing junk to make way for the new windows, returning the bottles and cans for the 10c refunds, advertising and selling the car, submit the claims for psych sessions with the health fund,submitting my professional re-registration (very important)....is the picture becoming clearer?
I was standing in the shed (job I've wanted to do for months) staring into space while Mrs I.M was asking when/if she should ask for her Dad to come help. The alarm bells were ringing in my head and I couldn't hear them. The last few weeks have been like that; I am creating a lot of the stress that I'll later resent, in the times when I feel fine.
How does someone filter through which jobs are important? I'm not sure.
2019 has been one of the hardest times in my life mentally. I've wanted to walk away from my job more this year than at any other. On the advice of Kate, my psychologist, I have tried to shelter myself from being involved in too many things.I don't recall if Kate spells her name with a "k" or a 'C' and I wont look it up now as it would then seem like I've always known and I haven't. I came to realise that my life was very complicated and that complication leads to stress.
Where does simplification become selfishness? Again, not sure.
In all the list above there wasn't a de-stress time and there hasn't been for around a month. We all relax differently, the mode of triggering the right combination of endorphin, oxytocin, serotonin, and dopamine is not the same in all people. It's a pity that drinking beer and fishing, or watching cricket doesn't do it with me. Neither does building/making. It's something to do because I cant sit still. I haven't been able to since 2009, it's a side-effect of nearly dying. Yes, making/building is enjoyable because it communicates to my subconscious that I'm not a talentless arse (when it goes right) but it isn't relaxing.
I haven't been able to sleep properly. Yes I can add up the hours each night to 4-5 but (more alarm bells) I cant relax. The final Tuesday of work people were worried about me at work. Middle stages of a cold and a 22 hour day preceding on the Monday did get people asking if I was OK. If I hadn't been in a good place mentally I'd have gone home and rested, but I am and I can't even though I'm sick.
I love the bones of you, is available here
Thursday, 21 November 2019
Dramatically Me
Series 11 of Doctor Who has been heralded a triumph by most mainstream media with the episode, 'Rosa'the jewel in the crown of the nu who nu era.
I am not a fan of Series 11 (which makes me a mysoginist and a "hater"....apparently) I have no qualm about the 13th Doctor being female but after 12 straight male incarnations it seems a tad pointless. What I dont like the clique casting that goes on in television. Chris Chibnall originally wanted Olivia Coleman to be the doctor (good choice as she can act well). He knew her from Broadchurch. She turned the role down so he seemingly went to the next best famale from Broadchurch in Jodie Whitaker?
I clearly have no sway in the casting but I think if the BBC is keen to keep one of its mainstay money earning shows.....earning money then cast the bast actor (and I say actor for male and female because once Jodie took over we didnt start calling the show Doctress Who). If they dont want it cast the next best actor and so on. If the best actor is male and wants the job, cast them. Same goes if they're female. Please Chibbers, step outside Broadchurch for your performers. I know this is commonplace in all performing where producers, writers and driectors work with actors and the afroementioned that they are fimilliar with and have a good relationship with. For something to be a success the best ideas and performers have to win and I don't think they have here. I hope Jodie can be her own doctor in series 12 instead of mimmicking her Broadchurch co-star David Tennant.
Onto Rosa. The story of Rosa Parks not giving up her seat on the bus which kickstarted the civil rights movement is quite well known and a very important one to be told. Chibnall's scrip centers on a racist descendant of earth from the distant future trying to prevent these events from taking place and preventing the civil rights movement.
Sounds compelling and the story had moments of dramatic strength. It was visually well executed and the acting apart from Jodie and the future space racist man, was decent. My issue is the main idea behind this. Chibnall has created a world where, even thousands of years into the future, racism still exists. What a hopeless world that is. I cant tell honestly if he meant to highlight the importance of Rosa Parks actions or to illustrate their futility as they ultimately (in his world) dont amount to the beginning of the end of racism.
Thats my point. Oh and someone tell Jodie the costume was great until they got the Bay City Rollers pants.
I.M
I am not a fan of Series 11 (which makes me a mysoginist and a "hater"....apparently) I have no qualm about the 13th Doctor being female but after 12 straight male incarnations it seems a tad pointless. What I dont like the clique casting that goes on in television. Chris Chibnall originally wanted Olivia Coleman to be the doctor (good choice as she can act well). He knew her from Broadchurch. She turned the role down so he seemingly went to the next best famale from Broadchurch in Jodie Whitaker?
I clearly have no sway in the casting but I think if the BBC is keen to keep one of its mainstay money earning shows.....earning money then cast the bast actor (and I say actor for male and female because once Jodie took over we didnt start calling the show Doctress Who). If they dont want it cast the next best actor and so on. If the best actor is male and wants the job, cast them. Same goes if they're female. Please Chibbers, step outside Broadchurch for your performers. I know this is commonplace in all performing where producers, writers and driectors work with actors and the afroementioned that they are fimilliar with and have a good relationship with. For something to be a success the best ideas and performers have to win and I don't think they have here. I hope Jodie can be her own doctor in series 12 instead of mimmicking her Broadchurch co-star David Tennant.
Onto Rosa. The story of Rosa Parks not giving up her seat on the bus which kickstarted the civil rights movement is quite well known and a very important one to be told. Chibnall's scrip centers on a racist descendant of earth from the distant future trying to prevent these events from taking place and preventing the civil rights movement.
Sounds compelling and the story had moments of dramatic strength. It was visually well executed and the acting apart from Jodie and the future space racist man, was decent. My issue is the main idea behind this. Chibnall has created a world where, even thousands of years into the future, racism still exists. What a hopeless world that is. I cant tell honestly if he meant to highlight the importance of Rosa Parks actions or to illustrate their futility as they ultimately (in his world) dont amount to the beginning of the end of racism.
Thats my point. Oh and someone tell Jodie the costume was great until they got the Bay City Rollers pants.
I.M
Thursday, 24 October 2019
Regressive Me
This down has lasted longer than normal. I believe some life circumstances intervened to bring me back down while I was travelling in the other direction. My plans for next year are in utter disarray. I feel like time is running out to make decisions and I can’t win with any decision I’d make now. I’m surrounded by well meaning people trying to make me happy while my finger hovers over the reset button of my life. Just change everything, throw all that makes you comfortable and individual out and start again with something more palatable to others.
I caught myself suggesting I sell or part exchange my dream car (partly because it’s plenty of work and partly because my plans to buy a van were scuttled by: surprising news and a subsequent case of fear from the “what if’s”.
I’m not in a talking mood. At work I put on my bravest face but I have no energy to maintain this at home. Breathing and talking is a chore and I think I’ll have an aneurism if someone else tells me “you know you mean a lot....” or trues to hug me.
Trouble sleeping so medication to the rescue. I’m waking up feeling hung over and nauseated but getting up is still a chore. I’m not sure if it’s a combo of the depression and meds and lack of sleep but I’m forgetting things, lunch, keys, drink bottle, wallet etc every day.
Truly tiring.
Thursday, 5 September 2019
Depressive Me
With 1 in 8 men experiencing depression its not surprising that I am one of them. Im also one of the lucky ones in many respects. I have a mild variety and I have the financial stability to get help. Depression comes in different strengths that last for different periods, so its like beer.
Mine essentially means fluctuating moods that sit within a predictable pattern (for me 2-4 weeks at a time) I can be very upbeat, almost hypomanic and within 24 hours think of myself in the best possible light as an utter c**t. Please no fawning over "oh I really think you're terrific" because my head doesnt read those as being genuine. In my head people say nice things out of pity on account of me being a c**t (see how this works).
During my "up" time Im quite indifferent to myself (have never been positive about me). The "downs" can come on quite quickly or can be managed quite well until something brings the whole show down. Stress and conflict arent good for anyone with mental health issues. Teaching is not a wise career choice (guess at some point I was a dumn c**t).
Treatment is available and my psychologist (Cate) is wonderfully helpful. She is 400km away though. Consults over the phone are available but at $170 per pop I really need to be at a crisis point to have one, plus there aren't many private spaces to have that kind of ohone call in my life.
Its quite hard to pick when the "down" starts. Normally its easier to see after coming out of such an experience and counting back the events which are always clearer in hindsight. As far as treating it goes, its bad enough that people notice it, but not bad enough that I consider self harming at all. As I said I just feel like a c**t.
My reaction usually involves two options:
1. Distraction: do something, anything, engaging enough to ride it out while interacting with as few people as possible. Shop on ebay, build something, paint something, get work done, organise drawers, detail the car, mow lawns.
2. Change: do whatever convluted thing I can think of to make myself into a better person (less of a c**t) or to be someone else, give posessions away, buy new clothes, cut hair off, distabce myself from activities I enjoy, skip meals or engage in activities that will stress my body out to the point of braking: saying 'yes' to extra yard duty, volunteering to do things, work through breaks, drink too much coffee. Anything that can be seen as punishing myself foe being a total c**t and hopefully make me less of one.
When I read about people who've died from mental illness Im not scared Ill do that same at all. I can empathise with the mask. I only have to do it in 14-28 day increments. Imagine doing that for years at a time. It's exhausting. Since my bowel resection I have not selpt properly in 10 years. I think I bottomed ut today so I must have anywhere from a week to two weeks before I'll be very happy.
The only advice I can give is what I'd like others to do in regard to my state and I've already mentioned it. Don't fawn over someone depressed, it can come acress (granted unintentionally, but they're doubtful in a place to make that distinction) as patronising and false. Ask them how they're doing and have a regular conversation. I dont strive to feel "special". My aim is "normal, average, proficient" (one for the teachers).
I.M
Mine essentially means fluctuating moods that sit within a predictable pattern (for me 2-4 weeks at a time) I can be very upbeat, almost hypomanic and within 24 hours think of myself in the best possible light as an utter c**t. Please no fawning over "oh I really think you're terrific" because my head doesnt read those as being genuine. In my head people say nice things out of pity on account of me being a c**t (see how this works).
During my "up" time Im quite indifferent to myself (have never been positive about me). The "downs" can come on quite quickly or can be managed quite well until something brings the whole show down. Stress and conflict arent good for anyone with mental health issues. Teaching is not a wise career choice (guess at some point I was a dumn c**t).
Treatment is available and my psychologist (Cate) is wonderfully helpful. She is 400km away though. Consults over the phone are available but at $170 per pop I really need to be at a crisis point to have one, plus there aren't many private spaces to have that kind of ohone call in my life.
Its quite hard to pick when the "down" starts. Normally its easier to see after coming out of such an experience and counting back the events which are always clearer in hindsight. As far as treating it goes, its bad enough that people notice it, but not bad enough that I consider self harming at all. As I said I just feel like a c**t.
My reaction usually involves two options:
1. Distraction: do something, anything, engaging enough to ride it out while interacting with as few people as possible. Shop on ebay, build something, paint something, get work done, organise drawers, detail the car, mow lawns.
2. Change: do whatever convluted thing I can think of to make myself into a better person (less of a c**t) or to be someone else, give posessions away, buy new clothes, cut hair off, distabce myself from activities I enjoy, skip meals or engage in activities that will stress my body out to the point of braking: saying 'yes' to extra yard duty, volunteering to do things, work through breaks, drink too much coffee. Anything that can be seen as punishing myself foe being a total c**t and hopefully make me less of one.
When I read about people who've died from mental illness Im not scared Ill do that same at all. I can empathise with the mask. I only have to do it in 14-28 day increments. Imagine doing that for years at a time. It's exhausting. Since my bowel resection I have not selpt properly in 10 years. I think I bottomed ut today so I must have anywhere from a week to two weeks before I'll be very happy.
The only advice I can give is what I'd like others to do in regard to my state and I've already mentioned it. Don't fawn over someone depressed, it can come acress (granted unintentionally, but they're doubtful in a place to make that distinction) as patronising and false. Ask them how they're doing and have a regular conversation. I dont strive to feel "special". My aim is "normal, average, proficient" (one for the teachers).
I.M
Wednesday, 20 June 2018
Twonky Me
I wanted to write about how the internet should be our saviour from the throw-away economy but I'm pissed off.
I'm at a new level of pissed off. I'm pissed off to the point I cant even stay on topic. I'm vain, well not vain but I'm extremely insecure about how I look. I own one pair of trackies I can wear to work (one day per week) that are (were) a uniform colour, comfortable and neat. I don't anymore and will have to be wearing them tomorrow.
The other casualty of this is my (relatively) new jumper that I got as a birthday gift. its now no longer very warm, overstretched and more pilled than Keith fucking Richards. The pants are a mottled black thanks to the pilling on them from being put in the wash with things that shouldn't go in the wash with them. The jumper (no longer fit for anything but the shed, but no good for the shed because inside the shed is fucking freezing) in only three months old and cost a bomb, mostly in freight. The pants are three weeks old.
Who doesn't like nice things? I cant well expect that I'll just replace either item and it'll result in me begrudgingly sulking around in them feeling like a twonk. Trying to be Mr rational and keep on keeping on but it's had when the 3 month old clothes (that I really like) now resemble the daggy ones that are a decade old.
Rant ends, I'm sitting up watching the laundry so that Mrs I.M will have clean clothes for work. And making soup.
I.M
I'm at a new level of pissed off. I'm pissed off to the point I cant even stay on topic. I'm vain, well not vain but I'm extremely insecure about how I look. I own one pair of trackies I can wear to work (one day per week) that are (were) a uniform colour, comfortable and neat. I don't anymore and will have to be wearing them tomorrow.
The other casualty of this is my (relatively) new jumper that I got as a birthday gift. its now no longer very warm, overstretched and more pilled than Keith fucking Richards. The pants are a mottled black thanks to the pilling on them from being put in the wash with things that shouldn't go in the wash with them. The jumper (no longer fit for anything but the shed, but no good for the shed because inside the shed is fucking freezing) in only three months old and cost a bomb, mostly in freight. The pants are three weeks old.
Who doesn't like nice things? I cant well expect that I'll just replace either item and it'll result in me begrudgingly sulking around in them feeling like a twonk. Trying to be Mr rational and keep on keeping on but it's had when the 3 month old clothes (that I really like) now resemble the daggy ones that are a decade old.
Rant ends, I'm sitting up watching the laundry so that Mrs I.M will have clean clothes for work. And making soup.
I.M
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