Bicycles

Feb. 16th, 2024 07:01 pm
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I feel like a failure. Like I can't control things. Like I can't rely on things.

My car is in the shop and I have to get to work this weekend. My roommate's schedule is off of mine, so she can't take me -- unless I want to stand around for 90 min in the freezing cold before my work opens, no thank you. An uber is $20-30. The bus takes over an hour and it's 3 buses. My coworker doesn't want to drive all the way to my neighborhood to pick me up. My partner is going to be out late partying tonight. And he LIKES me. I feel like that's the barometer. If the person who likes you won't even help you out at an inconvenient time, why would anyone else?

Why bother asking anyone else?

So in short I decided I'll bike to work tomorrow. Leave a little bit before 7. It'll be maybe 14 degrees. It's about 10 miles. Mostly downhill, at least getting there. Coming back will be more of a pain in the ass. I gathered up my kit tonight, made sure I had a bike lock and air in my tires. A safety vest and double mittens.

I still feel like a failure though. Like all I have to rely on is myself, and it's going to be hard and difficult and cold and sucky and I don't want to do it. I want to have options. I want to be able to pull options out of a hat. I want to hear Yes instead of No.

I feel like a failure all around. I can barely take care of myself, it seems like. I can barely hold back the tears. Please don't rely on me. I'll only let you down. I'll make you ride a bike in February in the cold. I won't have a backup plan. I'll let you down. I won't be able to manage, I'll only be able to cry.


Update: I cycled to work and it took ages. It was 9 degrees outside, but that didn't bother me too much. I only cried once. It was so frustrating to be so slow. It was so frustrating that my own power wasn't good enough to get me to work on time. I was 30 minutes late. I fell on the ice a few times. I felt so defeated and awful, physically and mentally.

The day before, someone said to me, "I'd offer you a ride but it's really far to go in the morning". And fair enough. But then they scolded me for riding a bike and not calling for a ride. Where is the line? At what point am I supposed to call? When does help come? I asked my partner about it, and he said "Well you do so much for other people, you gotta know that it's ok to ask for help and you should ask us for help". I said, "Were you going to get up at 7 am this saturday morning to drive me in?" And he said No. But I could have called an Uber. But that's not the same thing! I had options, Uber ($25) or ride my bike (free, and well within my capabilities). But how am I supposed to know that one is acceptable and one isn't? When will people say yes? What if I ask and they say no? Then I'll be doing the same thing I would have been doing anyway, only now I'm doing it with disappointment and shame in my heart.

Writing

Feb. 2nd, 2024 05:36 pm
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I think a lot about writing when I'm at work. I've got two jobs and I work 6 days a week and I do get a lot of time to just think about whatever.

Damn this is hard to type. My second job has me working on a computer and i have to do typing, and the layout is slightly different. I bought my laptop 13 years ago in Japan, and there are a few keys that are different. Also the physical spacing is different... I keep hitting the wrong key because I'm off by an inch or so.

When I was in college I was a french major, and I figured out that I could change my keyboard to a French keyboard so I could more easily type the accents and so forth... but a few keys are switched around, so I had to go in and write them on my actual keys with a sharpie so I could learn where they were.

What was I saying? Writing.

I take notes sometimes, but by the time I get home it's all gone out of my head.

My coworker the other day was telling me that her teenage kids have started writing fanfiction, and talk about it like it's something they've invented, or at least, discovered some covert secret thing that NOBODY else knows about.
"So I'm doing this THING now..."

I'm sure I was like that too when I was writing fanfiction like crazy.
Maybe I'll write fanfiction again someday. Does it have phases? Are there trends? What do people write anymore? Where do they post it, if not on their geocities sites?

I know about the two main sites, but still... in my head and in my heart it's still this sort of underground thing... something you find, a treasure, something you might not find again.

When was the last time I checked my bank account on my computer? I don't even know if I could do it anymore. TO remember the password and so on.

I barely touch my computer anymore, to be honest. That's one reason I want to write here. To keep using my computer. To go on and go to pages and write something down and create something that takes work, that isn't just reblogging or pushing a button. Is it reblogging on Instagram? Reposting? I don't know. Do you know how old I am, from hearing me say that kind of sentence?

How old do I think I am? Too old anymore?

I listen to my younger coworkers talking about their lives. They're really nice. They invite me out with them any everything. I want to go, but when it starts at 10 pm? Oh... life used to start then, I remember that. I don't remember what i did in all the hours leading up to 10 pm, but I remember being full of energy and verve and eagerness to see where the night would take me. Now I just feel exhausted thinking about it. And even if I did muster up the courage and the optimism to give it a try, I'd be a stick in the mud and not very fun to be around, really.

hum

how do you change that, when you're old?
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I want to make all of Kyoko's outfits from Maison Ikkoku.

Partially because I am rereading the series and absolutely living for the vibe of 1980s Japan, and her outfits are just as cute and pretty as can be. And the other part is, I'm doing a no-buy year, so I want to make new things. Learn some skills. Maybe fix the busted parts of my sewing machine (or learn to use the serger -- or just commit to doing a lot of tedious hand-sewing)

And the OTHER other part is, my friend is putting together a trip to Italy in the fall, and I want us to work together to collect as many "Ciao, bella" comments as possible. It will be easy for her because she already dresses in a very cute fashion, but I'm going to have to cultivate a wardrobe for this trip. And not just for the trip, everyone knows that you only bring things on trips that you never wear at home, and then you feel really uncomfortable and weird on your vacation. But if I cultivate the normal attitude of wearing these kinds of clothes all the time in advance, then I will garner many "Ciao, bella!"s with both my lovely wardrobe and my comfort and confidence and beauty in it.
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This morning I woke up and took a shower before work. My car is in the shop, so I was up early to make sure I had enough time to get a ride to work with my roommate.

My shower didn't seem as hot as usual, so I looked in the basement... lucky I did, because the water heater had gone south, and was sending a big puddle all over the floor.

I was 6 hours late to work. I spent almost $4000. I feel a little stupid because maybe I could have gotten this all done myself. Water heaters aren't that expensive. I had two men ready to help me install it. I could have probably figured it out. But I didn't, I just called the guys, and they made it happen in half a day and it's up to code and I didn't have to carry anything up or down the steep steps to my basement/front door.

I don't know. It's really defeating. I thought maybe I could get things taken care of. I thought maybe I could get my debt under control. And then here came 1700 for a car repair. Then another 600. Then 4000 for a water heater. 1000 at the vet. Granted, a lot of this is financed. I have time to pay it off. I have time to maybe get a windfall here or there, to catch up or maybe even come out ahead.

I've sort of got a plan. Sort of. Like I had a plan last year, haha. Oh how that did not pan out.

Finally, I still miss my friend. I think about him all the time today. I wonder if it would be pathetic to reach out saying how much I miss him.

Memory

Jan. 5th, 2024 10:26 pm
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Today I thought I smelled my best friend.

His room had a particular smell, his house always smelled the same, and it carried on to him, he smelled like that too. Like incense and black soap, old wood, good food, plant matter. He mattered to much to me.

I thought I smelled him today, walking through work. I just stopped in the middle of the space and kept smelling. A scent I hadn't smelled in almost two years now. It's been so long. I miss him so much. He doesn't talk to me anymore. We were friends for 10 years. I love him so much and I miss him so much.

Scent is such a strong trigger for memory.

I wonder if I should call him. Is that ok.

Pivoting

Jan. 5th, 2024 11:50 am
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I decided that for 2024 I want to pivot my career. I want to do something different, something creative, something hands-on but remote at the same time. I've been in customer service, in-person, for the past 12 years and I'm absolutely sick of it.

UX has been on my mind for a while, mostly because of meeting a guy 7 years ago who was in the field. I still think UX is made-up, and doing the coursework online makes me want to scream sometimes, but UX writing might be the ticket. It might make me want to scream as well, but I don't think I have the chops to be a screen-writer or anything like that. I've started looking up UX writing resources and bootcamps and stuff, and immediately... well I know there will be a cost for this stuff, and I consider it an investment, but then I notice one of the biggest ones is an Israeli company. Do I want to get into that? I do not think I want to get into that.

Could still be a full-time fanfic writer. Doing it for the plot. But also, 100% unpaid. Although I've heard Minotaur smut is quite the thing these days... and you can get paid for it!! I haven't written a fanfic, or even a full regular story, in years. Didn't do NaNoWriMo this past year, and the last time(s) I did it, I recall everything just spiraling into murder and sex pretty much immediately. Plot? Never heard of her. Although I did have a good one at one point about a woman who was a ghost and was trying to... figure that out.

One of the problems is that I've read so many excellent books (Tamsyn Muir, I'm looking at you) that I feel this expectation of writing similarly well-crafted things when I write. Not that I'd ever be at Tamsyn's level, but that... to write something with intent, and thought, and real plot would be kind of the expectation.

But it's an expectation I need to let go of, right? Don't we make these posts every year, these memes about letting go and not being perfect, but instead just doing our art for the joy of it? I want to write for the joy of it.

And to make fat stacks.

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