There was some thread where people were listing their vague connections to celebrities (i.e. friends with the cousin of a famous person's step dad, grandma met someone famous, etc.). I could have added that I was raped by a person in a famous band. I decided to say nothing, so I'm saying it here instead where I can be anonymous. Funny, a similar thing happened to my friend with some tv personality I never heard of but who is apparently wildly famous because of some series I never watched.
Anyways uh. Greeted the sun this morning with a few yoga stretches so I could get sun on my face at the same time. The sun only shines directly in from my east-ish facing windows for an hour or so in the morning so when I see a sliver of light shining on the floor that's my cue to drop whatever I'm doing and go say hello.
The 13 story cluster of buildings near mine which is the source of most of the mind-meltingly loud construction noise has vacated one of its towers and hollowed out its windows which indicates there will soon be another endless wave of noise. I am bracing for it, getting ready for weeks of headphones and loud music, and hopefully some escapes to nature.
I'm thinking about how one of the boys I'm considering seeing post-vaccine said "I don't want to give up on you. I like you too much." Why the eff would he give up on me for not seeing him during a pandemic? It's a valid fucking reason to not see anyone. Me trying to stay alive is not a personal affront to anyone. The most irritating aspect of this pandemic is the way men have consistently used my conscientious quarantining against me with guilt tactics just because they want sex. Their dick is not more important than my life. Does this really need to be explained repeatedly? Apparently it does. The audacity.
Gratitude list:
pumpkin seeds in my oatmeal
sun
morning yoga in the sun
this time of year
allergy medicine
vaccines
science
education
dance
hips
the blue sky
music
art
food
life
9:21 a.m. - 2021-03-04