Happy birthday to my lovely friend jeniviolet and also to my splendid mother. There are
There are certain things I must do for my own emotional well being, including, but not limited to:
Not thinking about how there’s nothing to do around here. If I think about it too much I will go mad.
Not sitting at my computer downstairs and obsessing about how much I wish it was online. It’s not. Must deal.
Not worrying about what everyone else is judging me on. Chances are, they’re not. Just because I listen to slightly less obscure music than my friends doesn’t mean they don’t respect me.
Not comparing myself to other people. I’ve been telling myself to quit that for years. Someday it should sink in. Until then, perhaps alternate measures are in order.
Not worrying about impressing people who either aren’t paying any attention and never will, or who just don’t care.
Thanks to those who answered my question about my journal. Was mostly just curious about it. I spend a lot of time thinking, because there’s not much else to do. And now that Adam’s parents are back home, my online time will again be limited, which means still more time to think. I hate you Sympatico. You are a monster evil corporation that lies to me on a regular basis. Two-way satellite internet next month my ass.