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evileMy aunt L. suggests that every time I'm at a steampunk gathering and a certain person gives me the stinkeye, I should smile and wave. haha. I may, at that. But mostly I'm going to try harder to ignore, spend time with my friends, be myself, have fun, and not worry about whether or not someone is glaring at me. (someone told me she wore a leash and collar to Clockwork Carnival at Elysium this past Friday. haa. I didn't notice. She was wearing her same old purple and black lack-of-coverage dress and her little stovepipe hat. she really needs more coverage of her boobs.) And, seriously, one of those pitiful, raggedy, hangdog men she slaps around physically and verbally was supposedly her "top" or something, supposed to be holding her leash?? It is to laugh. She may be lazy, but she is not a sub.
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There's an annoying burner/steampunk/poly person/'famous' 'author' who has continued to slander the Austin Poly group, and to a smaller extent, the Flipside burner crowd. I was subscribed to her blog and comments for a while. Too long. I figured out today how to to unsub from all of that. She's a trainwreck. One of her most recent posts talked about how her husband had a really bad fall and injuries, and while she was at the hospital keeping him company or whatever, some of his family members were supposed to be taking care of her pets...and one of the pets died. I feel sorry as hell for the animal, and I offered condolences. I may not agree with things she says, and her slander makes me angry, but no animal should suffer like hers did, and it's always very sad to lose a four-foot.
She deleted my comment and wrote a follow up in which she paraphrased my comment, demanded an apology, and told me to Fuck Off.
Well...I'm not inclined to offer apologies to people who delete my actual words, put words in my mouth, and drop eff bombs on me. That's not how grownups deal with each other.
So....unsubbed. I can't stop her from slandering my friends, I can't make her grow the fuck up, get a job, and stop whining about everything. "My husband can't work for the next 6 months while he heals, we'll have no money, everyone is so meeeeean, whatever shall Pretty Pretty Princess doooooo?" Well, sweetie, you seem able bodied and you can read and write in English, so you're fucking employable. Go work and support your family. You know, like your husband has been supporting your no-talent lazy ass for the last however-long.
Someone else said "oh, she's bipolar, she can't work," to which I say Bull.Shiat.
I'm clinically depressed, have been for years, and guess what, I work, I pay bills, I take responsibility for my life, and I (generally) don't treat people like shit, let alone go around telling people to fuck off while demanding that they apologize to me.
Mental illness can be an explanation, it should never be an excuse.
I have friends on disability for mental health stuff and I don't guess I'd ever say any of that to their faces, but in all raw honesty, in my experience, having a job and plans and obligations out in the world is, if nothing else, a good bandaid for mental health issues. The more time you spend at home alone with nothing to do and no people to reality check yourself with, the more the worms can chase themselves around in your head.
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There's an annoying burner/steampunk/poly person/'famous' 'author' who has continued to slander the Austin Poly group, and to a smaller extent, the Flipside burner crowd. I was subscribed to her blog and comments for a while. Too long. I figured out today how to to unsub from all of that. She's a trainwreck. One of her most recent posts talked about how her husband had a really bad fall and injuries, and while she was at the hospital keeping him company or whatever, some of his family members were supposed to be taking care of her pets...and one of the pets died. I feel sorry as hell for the animal, and I offered condolences. I may not agree with things she says, and her slander makes me angry, but no animal should suffer like hers did, and it's always very sad to lose a four-foot.
She deleted my comment and wrote a follow up in which she paraphrased my comment, demanded an apology, and told me to Fuck Off.
Well...I'm not inclined to offer apologies to people who delete my actual words, put words in my mouth, and drop eff bombs on me. That's not how grownups deal with each other.
So....unsubbed. I can't stop her from slandering my friends, I can't make her grow the fuck up, get a job, and stop whining about everything. "My husband can't work for the next 6 months while he heals, we'll have no money, everyone is so meeeeean, whatever shall Pretty Pretty Princess doooooo?" Well, sweetie, you seem able bodied and you can read and write in English, so you're fucking employable. Go work and support your family. You know, like your husband has been supporting your no-talent lazy ass for the last however-long.
Someone else said "oh, she's bipolar, she can't work," to which I say Bull.Shiat.
I'm clinically depressed, have been for years, and guess what, I work, I pay bills, I take responsibility for my life, and I (generally) don't treat people like shit, let alone go around telling people to fuck off while demanding that they apologize to me.
Mental illness can be an explanation, it should never be an excuse.
I have friends on disability for mental health stuff and I don't guess I'd ever say any of that to their faces, but in all raw honesty, in my experience, having a job and plans and obligations out in the world is, if nothing else, a good bandaid for mental health issues. The more time you spend at home alone with nothing to do and no people to reality check yourself with, the more the worms can chase themselves around in your head.
