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shadowkatThere's all these "best of" or "most favorite" lists, and I've realized I can't remember most of the things I watched or read this year. They've kind of blurred together? The past few years have become one big blur. But this year in particular.
Had an interesting conversation with Mother about our mutual dislike of "embarrassment" or "humiliation" humor. She said - "Anyone who has ever repeatedly been the "brunt" of a joke - can't watch or view or read embarrassment humor without cringing and wanting to leave the room." In short, it's triggering for anyone who has been the brunt of others jokes or bullied. Note there's a huge difference between practical jokes being done on willing participants or people who do it to each other, and being the brunt of someone else's joke.
I was the brunt, and I've watched others be the brunt of cruel attempts at humor. So I can't watch it, at all. Speaking of humor - I'm not finding "White Lotus S2" remotely funny. I keep going to sleep during it. Also Jennifer Coolidge overdid it on the botox.
Right now? Content.
It's a dreary New Year's Eve - representative of 2022, metaphorically speaking. But tomorrow is supposed to be sunny and mild - which is a good omen for 2023. I'm hoping 2023 is a much better year than 2022. It doesn't have to try that hard, all it has to do is not kill anyone I love or know - and we're pretty much half way there.
As far as resolutions go? Simple enough - take better care of my health, be more mindful of what I say and do (probably should stay away from the Soap Opera fandoms on FB and Twitter - which tend to bring out the worst in me), get rid of things I don't use or need, draw and paint more, get out with people more, walk more, exercise more, and take baby steps towards doing the things I want to do - and put work more and more solidly in my rear-view mirror.
Lessons learned this year? Kindness matters. The other crap? Not so much.
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Went out briefly to get a new glucose sensor from the Pharmacy, and for once no one was in the store, but a woman in a wheel chair, and the staff.
And been nodding off. Not doing much. I think I kind of needed to crash after the last three days or so. Mother is feeling better or so she tells me. No clue about everyone else.
I may watch "Amsterdam" tonight. I feel like I need to finish White Lotus to see if it improves. The appeal of it - so far - is kind of lost on me. I'm beginning to realize I don't like a certain television trope - which many young critics adore. It's the bored rich or upper middle class twenty-something angst whine-a-thon hyper-realism done for laughs trope. White Lotus, Fleschman is in Trouble, Fleabag, Industry, seem to be into this trope. And I get bored. I'm not a fan of this trope in literature or films either - although Noah Baumbach apparently is, as is Wes Anderson.
Sleepy day, and the rain may stave off the noisy fireworks - if so, yay?
Had an interesting conversation with Mother about our mutual dislike of "embarrassment" or "humiliation" humor. She said - "Anyone who has ever repeatedly been the "brunt" of a joke - can't watch or view or read embarrassment humor without cringing and wanting to leave the room." In short, it's triggering for anyone who has been the brunt of others jokes or bullied. Note there's a huge difference between practical jokes being done on willing participants or people who do it to each other, and being the brunt of someone else's joke.
I was the brunt, and I've watched others be the brunt of cruel attempts at humor. So I can't watch it, at all. Speaking of humor - I'm not finding "White Lotus S2" remotely funny. I keep going to sleep during it. Also Jennifer Coolidge overdid it on the botox.
Right now? Content.
It's a dreary New Year's Eve - representative of 2022, metaphorically speaking. But tomorrow is supposed to be sunny and mild - which is a good omen for 2023. I'm hoping 2023 is a much better year than 2022. It doesn't have to try that hard, all it has to do is not kill anyone I love or know - and we're pretty much half way there.
As far as resolutions go? Simple enough - take better care of my health, be more mindful of what I say and do (probably should stay away from the Soap Opera fandoms on FB and Twitter - which tend to bring out the worst in me), get rid of things I don't use or need, draw and paint more, get out with people more, walk more, exercise more, and take baby steps towards doing the things I want to do - and put work more and more solidly in my rear-view mirror.
Lessons learned this year? Kindness matters. The other crap? Not so much.
***
Went out briefly to get a new glucose sensor from the Pharmacy, and for once no one was in the store, but a woman in a wheel chair, and the staff.
And been nodding off. Not doing much. I think I kind of needed to crash after the last three days or so. Mother is feeling better or so she tells me. No clue about everyone else.
I may watch "Amsterdam" tonight. I feel like I need to finish White Lotus to see if it improves. The appeal of it - so far - is kind of lost on me. I'm beginning to realize I don't like a certain television trope - which many young critics adore. It's the bored rich or upper middle class twenty-something angst whine-a-thon hyper-realism done for laughs trope. White Lotus, Fleschman is in Trouble, Fleabag, Industry, seem to be into this trope. And I get bored. I'm not a fan of this trope in literature or films either - although Noah Baumbach apparently is, as is Wes Anderson.
Sleepy day, and the rain may stave off the noisy fireworks - if so, yay?