Nothing I can think of. Nothing at all. Well, I’m glad my dog isn’t a puppy anymore. But I got him when he was around 8 months, so I didn’t have to deal with a lot of puppy stuff. I always try to adopt dogs who are potty trained. I don’t think I would ever want a puppy. Never had a newborn.
I wish I thought life got better with age. Or people. But tested both, neither are true.
I’m sick of the constant reminders of how different I am. But I’ve been weird, strange, mysterious (yes, someone said that!) etc. So why is it bothering me NOW?
Maybe because I see being different hurts? I never wanted friends. I’ve never had high social needs (or sexual-hah!). But now, I’m working myself to death. I put money in their pockets, and I get death and sick in return. And the worst part is that I’m not supposed to complain about it.
But they would never put up with what I deal with daily. I don’t understand why I’m expected to shut up and work. I’ve done that for several years. Several years more than most of the people who judge me.
They have a good life. But we have different definitions of good. I would be happy living in a cabin with no one around. That would be a success for me. Most of them want different things, and that’s fine, of course.
They get to be them. But I can’t be me. And yes, I’m a little ticked off about it.
I was sick for a lot of today. I had to work through it. I laid down for about 8 minutes. Now, I have to work my part-time job. Then, I will probably do freelance stuff. I feel better, but I’m still too out of it to work. I wish I could just BE like so many others.