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Jul. 24th, 2017 10:21 pmDifficult day, most of the days have been difficult of late...work feels like an unending obstacle course.
Tomorrow I'm coordinating and chairing/facilitating a site tour of an electric rail yard, with over fifty people attending. With any luck it will not rain.
I find the world tiring at times. Everybody thinks they are right, about everything. Too many spiders spinning their webs in the world, methinks, and not enough fireflies...
Scrolled through reading list, and got lost in the fluffy happiness and comfy escapism of the smartbitches book and film reviews...resulting in multiple book purchases at Amazon...all for $1.99-$2.99. One was about a woman with ausperger's syndrome who travels to Paris, France as a codebreaker to unlock a mysterious journal. It looked intriguing. And a few...just hit some of my story kinks rather hard. One was about a journalist who infilterates a BDSM club, and has to use an old lover as a means of entry. I rather love smartbitches...they are nice and fluffy...reading their entries feels a bit like looking at pictures of kittens.
I also joined a laughing yoga meetup group...now let's see if I actually get myself to go to it.
The concept of laughing yoga makes me smile.
Rather enjoyed a few postings on nature on reading list. Mai and peasant both did one. But, alas, I split ways on the whole spider bit. Luckily they didn't post pictures and just wrote about them. I have no issues reading about spiders. Actually, I do appreciate them on a certain level. As long as I do not have to see them, come into contact with them, or deal with them in any way. They can exist out there, away from me.
I'm afraid of spiders. Actually that is an understatement. I'm phobic. Downstairs neighbors in my old building liked to put a huge fake spider in the entry way, into the building. It looked real. I was convinced it would fall on my head and eat me. Irrational, I know, but phobia is an irrational fear of something. I used to have anxiety attacks just getting in and out of the building. Screamed when I first saw it.
And there was this time that I opened one of those huge chocolate Italian Easter eggs. I'd bought as a treat for myself. There was a spring-time gift inside. Silly me expected to find a flower or something. But no...it was a huge pink spider. You laugh. Go ahead. It's funny. But I had nightmares for weeks and threw it out, uneaten. Traumatized.
CW, a friend of mine, is also phobic.
CW: I don't know why I'm afraid of spiders.
Me: Oh I know why I am. It was reinforced by various and sundry sources over a lengthy period of time.
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Off to bed. Hopefully to sleep. Long day ahead.
Tomorrow I'm coordinating and chairing/facilitating a site tour of an electric rail yard, with over fifty people attending. With any luck it will not rain.
I find the world tiring at times. Everybody thinks they are right, about everything. Too many spiders spinning their webs in the world, methinks, and not enough fireflies...
Scrolled through reading list, and got lost in the fluffy happiness and comfy escapism of the smartbitches book and film reviews...resulting in multiple book purchases at Amazon...all for $1.99-$2.99. One was about a woman with ausperger's syndrome who travels to Paris, France as a codebreaker to unlock a mysterious journal. It looked intriguing. And a few...just hit some of my story kinks rather hard. One was about a journalist who infilterates a BDSM club, and has to use an old lover as a means of entry. I rather love smartbitches...they are nice and fluffy...reading their entries feels a bit like looking at pictures of kittens.
I also joined a laughing yoga meetup group...now let's see if I actually get myself to go to it.
The concept of laughing yoga makes me smile.
Rather enjoyed a few postings on nature on reading list. Mai and peasant both did one. But, alas, I split ways on the whole spider bit. Luckily they didn't post pictures and just wrote about them. I have no issues reading about spiders. Actually, I do appreciate them on a certain level. As long as I do not have to see them, come into contact with them, or deal with them in any way. They can exist out there, away from me.
I'm afraid of spiders. Actually that is an understatement. I'm phobic. Downstairs neighbors in my old building liked to put a huge fake spider in the entry way, into the building. It looked real. I was convinced it would fall on my head and eat me. Irrational, I know, but phobia is an irrational fear of something. I used to have anxiety attacks just getting in and out of the building. Screamed when I first saw it.
And there was this time that I opened one of those huge chocolate Italian Easter eggs. I'd bought as a treat for myself. There was a spring-time gift inside. Silly me expected to find a flower or something. But no...it was a huge pink spider. You laugh. Go ahead. It's funny. But I had nightmares for weeks and threw it out, uneaten. Traumatized.
CW, a friend of mine, is also phobic.
CW: I don't know why I'm afraid of spiders.
Me: Oh I know why I am. It was reinforced by various and sundry sources over a lengthy period of time.
( Read more... )
Off to bed. Hopefully to sleep. Long day ahead.