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judgement day

13 Monday Sep 2021

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judgement day

Well okay, not really. It’s just Monday. But I’ve been thinking and it seems that some folks have noticed that I have an opinion or two about this and that. And that’s fine, because I actually do. But lately (meaning more than usual since Covid) it also seems that I’m being judged by people who are assuming I am judging anyone who doesn’t share my opinions. And well, aside from the fact that we all do this to some extent, unless you’re a right wing fascist child-abusing anti-vaxxer then I’m pretty much live and let live. But being judged for (allegedly) being judgemental seems a bit meta to me. Where does it end? Where did it start? Why did it start? The mind reels. Anyhow, please knock it off. It’s hard enough getting out of bed most days as it is without having to also consider how many people are projecting their crap onto what they presume is me. Thanking you in advance… ✌️

slippery slope

21 Tuesday Jun 2011

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Okay, some days are better than others, but I have to say that most of the time these days it feels like I’m on a very slippery slope indeed.

After getting kicked out of my home of 16 years and then landing on my feet in the lovely new place I live in now, I cannot ignore this one very important fact … I CANNOT AFFORD THIS PLACE ON MY OWN.

Most of you probably know that I’ve had a flatmate over the past seven years who I like to think of as my friend, but sometimes I just get overwhelmed and fed up. Would a friend just sit on their butt and not do anything at all after I continually set them up with classes and work and projects that would help him make make a living?? Even when he is no longer paying his share of things, which puts way more stress on me. Even after I got cancer and wasn’t able to work. I mean seriously … wtf? Now I’m supposed to support this person financially when I am scrambling daily to make ends meet, and all the while frantic that the next PET scan might end up with me back on chemo – and then what??

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