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My Life Thus Far
2015-11-22 07:30:23 (UTC)

Even In Works of Fiction, Things Change

For some reason our wifi isn't working, so I'm tapping this entry out on my cellphone. Normally this would piss me off (because the #1 reason our wifi usually isn't working is because my well-meaning, but sometimes immature husband forgets or neglects to pay the bill). I'm not upset today, because it's a global issue, not a stupid husband issue. And in general I'm just in a better mood.

I used to get a little irritated by articles with titles like "10 reasons you should leave Facebook" or "How social media ruined my life". I'd roll my eyes and vow to never leave my beloved Facebook. Now, 6 days without it and I'm trying to think of reasons to even bother going back. I'm happier without it. I'm sleeping better, feeling less stressed, I have more time to read and color. There's something to be said about not getting into irrational online arguments with strangers.

I'm halfway through Go Set a Watchman. I got in some good, solid reading time before work today, and I made a little more progress when I got home. I found out how Jem died (the same way their mother died), and I found out what happened to Dill. I have this irrational desire for books to remain unchanged. I could happily read a full series where Jem, Scout, and Dill never grow up, and Boo Radley never leaves his house. I'm not going to get that. So, I have to accept that even in works of fiction, things change.

Work pissed me off tonight. I went into it feeling really confident that it would be a good day, and it wasn't. I don't really want to dwell on it, because I'm actively trying not to, but I'm dreadfully over working retail. So. Fucking. OVER. It. My irrational sense of loyalty is literally the only thing that keeps me here... and my kick-ass health insurance. The feelings of reward that come from helping others are few and far between. I work so much harder than I ever have before, and I definitely feel less valued. It's a crappy predicament to be in.

Also, I hate the holidays. That is all.




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