From a fashion first aid perspective, I need intervention, wore tracky pants, in public, to avoid unflattering effect of jeans. Lifestyle has caught up and have to do something, something, something.
Umm, what else. I had an amusing experience when I realised a frenemy-someone I get along with, from an intellectual and cultural and even ethical perspective-suffers not only from smugness, but social insecurity. I had no idea they need to be cool, given they're well educated and attained tenure in a competitive field, by pursuing something that yielded external validation of a kind they take for granted, which funds renovations and holidays. Sounds enough to me, but they also want to be cool.
I suspect the source of their difficulties is they've been with the same partner since a teenager, lack of comparison in the bedroom (even a sample of two is useful), kissing action hasn't diversified since they were a geek. That's the real tragedy. Funny how much passion is involved in this gesture, and what it communicates, especially when it doesn't go any further. Long ago I dated a guy who I enjoyed kissing, but found sanctimonious, to the point I ignored the chemistry between us. Nowadays he's a smug greenie with a healthy bank balance, but I made the right choice, because I'd be embarrassed for that. A former classmate is curious about religions-not a wowser, nor an atheist, can hold multiple strands at once, holds my gratitude for when he sensed a flat earther conversation on social media, and took on 'comment moderation' duties. Compelling in a way that felt like a crush, but really was gratitude that he was liberated enough to ignore conventions. He's a force of nature.
Life is funny, and you have to validate yourself. Being neurodivergent means not fitting a box easily understood, but it is better to be selective. What else? My educational institution, merged, and adopted a platform that predictably got hacked and automatically have an extension! Woohoo (not for hacking, though, that's bad). I'm at a place with nice people who like helping others. I got an email from someone saying not only did they not mind me asking a question but had put resources my desk. OMG.
Youngest is being amusing-says be does guitar homework on Tuesdays and Wednesdays but not Thursdays, only grates cheese for meals he's invested in eating (though later busted serving himself), and plethora of excuses getting even more creative. Yesterday I dropped him off with guitar on his back, backpack on his front; this morning he took his bicycle to cage, returned, still wearing his stack hat and sat indoors with friends, at ease with his place in the social sphere.
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