Random question for my millennial exvangelicals:
If I bring up the names like Rosie O’Donnell or Jane Fonda, is your default reaction to not like them, even though there is absolutely no reason not to?

Like, my wife pointed this out to me. Both of us grew up in families that hated them. Never had a valid reason, just hated them. And that hate like, osmosised its way into our subconscious. Kinda fucked up.

I was dreading this week. I was dreading having to be back on the help desk. I hate phones, I hate talking on the phone, and I hate answering them.

But I survived. Thrived, almost.

And I’m tired. I wish I could hack my brain. Thriving only under pressure is so exhausting. But without pressure I’m a useless blob. I’ve already missed two deadlines for review goals because there is no pressure to get them done, so they just stop existing in my head. I even asked my manager to hold me to the goals and check in frequently. He hasn’t. No one has. There’s no accountability until it’s all just too late.

Anyway, I don’t know where I’m going with this. I guess that adhd and autism are truly disabilities when it comes to a capitalistic society, and I just don’t know how to ask for help, or even what help would look like.

BB27 starts tomorrow ^_^

My wife and I are doing a fantasy draft against each other lmao.

The down side of city living on small plots of land:

I get to talk to both of my neighbors about privacy fence installation because, if we can agree, we can place it on the property line. If we don’t I lose 6 inches on all sides of my back yard.