When it comes to adulthood I zig wildly between imposter syndrome and trying too hard
Natter 74: Ready or Not
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I bet if you tried harder, you could pull off both at once.
Or at least make people think you did.
Actually, I've heard you unlock a special achievement if you do that, so I've been kind of low-key working on it.
Heh.
Crazy Ex-girlfriend just reminded me I need to get my car smogged, so I will be all kinds of adult and look up where I need to go for that now. When I will actually get it done is another question, but, hey, single step.
I sometimes wonder how life would be if I actually did all the things I thought I should but don't. Like, today I got to Fresno at 11am. What it belatedly occurred to me I should've done: plan a quick trip to the national park for a few hours! What I actually planned to do: a couple hours work, work out. What I did: napped for two hours, ate too much at whole foods, shopped for shoes.
Crazy Ex-girlfriend
The show or a person? I'm trying to parse this phrase.
I'm now down to 17 miles before the end of the month. I can do this. Maybe.
The show.
That sounds like a lot of miles, but you have been getting through a lot of miles so far. Good luck hitting the number in time!
After a crap professional day, opened the random package that appeared in the mail. "A Singularly Unfeminine Profession: One Woman's Journey in Physics" by Mary Gaillard, an autobio. Pretty sure dad is the sender. Aw, dad.
IDK, Zen, "my adulthood is a long con" has a ring to it. But who is the mark? And what is the score?
The mark is everyone who expects me to behave like a responsible adult. The score is a salaried job with all its benefits and also being treated like an adult instead of a flaky loser.
I'm still stung by the memory of the woman who didn't hire me for a job I was totally qualified for (and desperately needed), because my "interesting" job history meant she had to beware of "the flake factor".
Sweet, sarameg.
I'm gonna think that some more, Zen. I feel like there's an epiphany for me somewhere in there.
I haven't traveled in a little while, and now I'm trying to remember how to do it again. Transportation to the airport! Perhaps I should go to the ATM for cash monies because I am going to a con. Ah, yes. A suitcase. Things go in there!