Reading Lolita in Tehran disturbs me greatly.
...You can't even wear pink socks...??
I should have expected things like this.
I declare Intent on the 16th.
I am seduced towards Scotland immediately following.
There are further developments as well.
I referred to this effect as something along the lines of "shaking out the rug" or somesuch. Big things like this cause all sorts of related things to shake out.
I shall hold on, while my beloved best friend becomes a bear, a snake, a wolf, all manner of things. Last time I failed. The universe gives me more second chances than I deserve.
Spinning off what the Manifestress said:
Mid-Life Crisis? No, Mid-Life Epiphany.
It's just that some people treat the realizations that they come to when they re-evaluate themselves as a crisis situation. And perhaps instead of making natural progressions to fix things, they freak out about it and do something entirely extreme, often something that doesn't fix the original issue at all.
I'm realizing, right now, how bad I am at some things, and how much I model my communication style after the communication style of those around me who I'm supposed to be communicating with. I haven't yet worked up the nerve to push communications on anyone who isn't communicating back, save for the one, and that's a special case, because it's someone who might as well be a part of me. (So when one's got an important contact who doesn't communicate, I model the communications style... and I need to learn not to.)
Now... how to make it so that Awful Realizations do not crush our worlds?
Called Darkside around tennish. He purred sadly that he was working today and therefore wouldn't have time to talk, but we'd talk some other time.
This is somewhat of a new development, the "some other time", or maybe I'm just now noticing it.
I think my Mountain Dew Livewire has started to ferment. It tastes ... odd, and feels chemically odd. Not in a bad way -- I've been getting sensitive to that -- but in a way that feels like I don't know whether I need to stagger and hiccup or bounce and giggle (because this is loaded with caffiene as well).
It's time to go to work, soon, and I don't drive anyway.
It tastes less sweet than Livewire usually does. My roommate warned me that that would be the case.