I really am a monster, sometimes.
I don’t know why my mind needs to create an enemy construct. My roommate is not a bad person. She is not a good person; she is a whole person. I really have it in my mind that I would never want to live my life the way she does. I know I am externalizing. Projecting. I know it, but I have to vent. She planned the evening for us yesterday. We rode her bikes to Nuburger. It was a nice treat. It was a nice little ride. This is what she likes to do. I needed that push. I felt like I was a kid again. I need to have fun.
My bestie is really going through it right now. I got to use my Psychological First Aid to talk her off a cliff. Her parents are narcissists. She really needs to learn what that means so she can stop. Just stop. People who get entangled with those vile little creatures are… well, stupid. It’s just a no-brainer to me, but I learned the hard way a long time ago. It’s her parents, so boundaries aren’t going to be as easy. She’s just too gaslit to see through it right now but god damn. These creeple are not complicated.
It was nice that my bestie swung by with her family yesterday. It was brief, but I don’t see her kids often. We have a playdate in two weeks with my sister and her kids. We are driving to my favourite little town to spend a day out there. It is probably going to be the best day of the summer. I cannot wait. She came to drop off some food donations. She and her husband decided that they are quitting grocery stores. I don’t know what that looks like, but I can’t wait to hear about it. Her husband gets fixated on things, and he has been on a huge health kick. He is a veteran, so he’s earned being a little crazy. I’m probably the only person he can talk to about it who can keep up. (Both have a Scorpio Mars)
I am visiting my cousin today and her kids. She is… well, on my aunt’s side, they all have a developmental delay like my grandmother. My cousin is not easy to get along with for the rest of my family, but I know how to manage her antics. She has six kids that nobody visits. It should be a decent visit. I speak brainrot because of the kids I work with, so this should be fine.
On with my day then. I need to recover from my cheat meal. I ate wheat and survived. It didn’t twist my insides last night. I hope that is a good sign. Not ready to push it yet.
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