journaling time is the loneliest number

stacking/the word almost:

– something that didn’t used to be a problem becomes a problem: or rather, it was always a problem, but it used to come from many directions at once and in ways so difficult to prevent that it didn’t seem worth it. and now it’s narrowed to a single source and that’s still so difficult to discontinue that it’s not worth it; the problem is still not large enough to tip the scales to “fix problem” over “maintain thing that also causes problem”. but having experienced what not-problem could, theoretically, be like unto (since of course i still haven’t ever not-problem just not-omnidirectional-problem), it becomes much more difficult to deal with this single source of it than it was when that source was just one of many. it’s still right not to fix problem, but i am having many more emotions about it because i can almost see how it would be fixable: how i could just stop thinking about it. imagine not thinking about it!

-the above was written several days ago; the problem is– okay, not fixed, no material circumstances have changed, i just got a single additional point of reassurance that someone besides me knows the problem exists, but apparently that was enough for me to be nearly calm again. i have returned almost to emotional baseline– the baseline being my highly anomalous time of like-unto-no-problem, even though it should really be the state of high-octane fear. this is in itself embarrassing: that i’m apparently so focused on the one aspect of the problem that i can actually be reassured into less anxiety. this is idiotic; the promises i was made will probably either not be kept or not do the job, which will not be anyone’s fault, barely even my own. but at least half of what i wanted was to be allowed to see the problem, i guess, to think it was there and worth worrying about, to have someone (“someone”) say i see you, problem haver, and i’d like you not to have it either. hideous. hideous. but an unutterable comfort all the same.

– i am developing a new problem, on purpose, almost-on-purpose. this is an (almost) entirely different kind of problem from the above. i can feel myself leaning in to the problem. courting it, almost. (ok sorry i’ll stop doing that.) this is of course the kind of problem i (think i) want, the kind of problem the other problem was like before it stopped being like anything at all that i knew how to use. and i do know how to do this, if i decide to commit. but it’s bad. it’ll be bad for several reasons. motivational, useful, distracting, but bad. i might start doing it anyway.

“bright colors are giving me the dysphorias” so it’s not just me then

yeah, like– i’ve always been a little bit like this (for some reason, spending a long time in a room primarily lit by strongly colored lights makes me anxious too) but like, definitely recently every time i’ve tried to venture much stronger than like, slightly-dark red i’ve gone way anxious. some of it is bc many of my more colorful clothes are my girlclothes but idk if that’s all of it or if it’s being possible to Look At for the potentially-wrong reasons or….what.

the title of this is apparently “tag nine people with excellent taste” which like. never let it be said i won’t succumb to flattery eventually @literalliterature

Colour(s): black, dark red, forest green, purple (radiant orchid, even, still), medium grey. i know this is criminally boring of me but bright colors are giving me the dysphorias or something rn so i’ll have to live with being disowned by all of my friends who know about color

Last band t-shirt I bought: mountain goats, “no haven safer than the one they tore down”

Last band I saw live: the mountain goats

Last song I listened to: “swans (life after death)”, islands

Last movie I watched: all but the last twenty minutes of jupiter ascending

Last three TV shows I watched: planet earth II, planet earth II, planet earth II, time isn’t real

Last 3 characters I identified with: hahaha christ. um. unfortunately all of my answers here are either real people or the first-person narrators of poems i read recently, which might also be real people. several cops, in a fanfic for a show i’ve never seen. 

Book I’m currently reading: technically hume’s enquiry concerning human understanding but emotionally it’s still left hand of darkness, as it has been for like three consecutive months. oh also two anne carson books

tagging @raisedbyhyenas @harridanford @garden-ghoul @genghisrae and then after that i run out of steam but you know, whoever, i’m always excited to find out if other people know how to like or have opinions on things

sand guardian, welcome to chili’s, and they were roommates

is there anything you’d protect with your life?

[“please, is there anything i wouldn’t”]

several specific people, individually. a sufficiently large group of people generally. 

favourite restaurant?

dim sum place from last night; the seafood restaurant in sf where i had one of the most awkward dinners of my life but also really excellent crab.

if you could live with anyone, who would it be?

god has already asked me this question and i have answered. (this sentence is my concession to sentiment.) no, really, though, i have you and the boy and i will keep you! for a calendar year i shall keep you. then our faerie pact is up and you are free to leave the forest of the silver eye.

anyway certain of you are aware that i have had expansive ludicrous living-with-people dreamspirations for a Significant Time, and while both the intent and the particulars have changed dramatically i still on some level absolutely guiltily do, so let me add some more people:

M, my childhood (literally K thru 12) best friend; N, who is– not my childhood best friend (listen. shut up); my mom for a value of “live with” that is “directly next door to” (well, really you can imagine all of this subdivided into distinct-but-adjoining space until it almost starts to make some sense); and uh– well actually everyone else is either erstwhile or more neighbor than housemate or else, uh, too embarrassing even for this space, including some people who i know from the internet, oops

hey do any of you do “layering a short sleeved t shirt over another thing”, and if so, what do you do with it/how do you do it in a cool way. i have like, turtlenecks and button-downs and stuff altho none of them are great. i have some concepts but i’m not sure what to do with my tees that are boat necks or w/e. how do you layer under a boat neck.

a thing about now having bangs kind of is that i keep thinking that my sleeping roommate is moving around when really i am just seeing pieces of my hair in my peripheral vision. not constantly scaring yourself with imaginary visions is femme privilege, discuss

i won’t get better, but someday i’ll be free/cause i am not this body that imprisons me

i’ll be reborn someday, someday/if i wait long enough

nobody’s gonna drag you up/to get into the light where you belong