hiatus update
Dec. 16th, 2017 09:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
icysilverthreadWell, not so much a hiatus as that I never really used this account. (Details, details ... )
N.B. My brain is a bag of angry cats that occasionally approximates sanity. I sometimes suspect it of using the monkeys-and-Shakespeare method of approximation. But that's possibly too critical of me.
An abbreviated account of my life, the past year:
1. Graduated college. (Hurrah, thank fuck, never have to do that again.)
2. Moved across the country to live with long-distance Partner and Metamour. I will maintain that this was not, actually, a bad plan.
3. Started new job. T'was splendid.
4. Partner and Metamour got married. (Yeah, yeah, I know. No one is interested if *I* thought it was a good idea.)
5. Partner broke up with me. By ghosting. For six weeks. Need I remind you that we live in the same apartment? (Mistakes were made ...)
6. I break up with Ex, because fuck no I am not (well okay I will still fix Ex's shit, love is inconvenient.) (I am making all of my decisions selfishly, though. Just, y'know, the selfishness that says that I get to love imperfect people ...). I am definitely and emphatically broken up, because it sure is clear that I can't really trust Ex on interpersonal things at all, so like.
We are all three of us still living together. And will be for at least the next four-five months, possibly longer. Inconveniently enough, living alone is a bad solution for me, living with roommates I don't know well is worse, and living with these people isn't great but I think it probably beats living alone. Not sure yet though, still have time to decide. Moving back to parents would also work, except that requires quitting the job, and I like the job.
Relationship drama aside, I have a really excellent and splendid job, with a really excellent boss and coworkers, and everyone thinks I am doing excellently at it! Me included. I am part of everybody. So that's actually not-sarcastically great. Also my (mostly male) coworkers will in fact call me on it when I'm being too nice. It's wonderful.
N.B. My brain is a bag of angry cats that occasionally approximates sanity. I sometimes suspect it of using the monkeys-and-Shakespeare method of approximation. But that's possibly too critical of me.
An abbreviated account of my life, the past year:
1. Graduated college. (Hurrah, thank fuck, never have to do that again.)
2. Moved across the country to live with long-distance Partner and Metamour. I will maintain that this was not, actually, a bad plan.
3. Started new job. T'was splendid.
4. Partner and Metamour got married. (Yeah, yeah, I know. No one is interested if *I* thought it was a good idea.)
5. Partner broke up with me. By ghosting. For six weeks. Need I remind you that we live in the same apartment? (Mistakes were made ...)
6. I break up with Ex, because fuck no I am not (well okay I will still fix Ex's shit, love is inconvenient.) (I am making all of my decisions selfishly, though. Just, y'know, the selfishness that says that I get to love imperfect people ...). I am definitely and emphatically broken up, because it sure is clear that I can't really trust Ex on interpersonal things at all, so like.
We are all three of us still living together. And will be for at least the next four-five months, possibly longer. Inconveniently enough, living alone is a bad solution for me, living with roommates I don't know well is worse, and living with these people isn't great but I think it probably beats living alone. Not sure yet though, still have time to decide. Moving back to parents would also work, except that requires quitting the job, and I like the job.
Relationship drama aside, I have a really excellent and splendid job, with a really excellent boss and coworkers, and everyone thinks I am doing excellently at it! Me included. I am part of everybody. So that's actually not-sarcastically great. Also my (mostly male) coworkers will in fact call me on it when I'm being too nice. It's wonderful.
