Widdershins

Not that any of you asked, but I make a point of not making good morning/good night updates. 

 For one, there's no viable way to respond to those without pretty much just nodding & providing no additional information. Second, I ain't got no sense of time anyhow; light & darkness is too piddlin' a diff anyhow.

 ...... but, too tired to bother with me own rules even.

 Soooooooo... Goodnight!

...Have I mentioned I have a species of invading aliens? Ones that'd fit perfectly into Equestria? 

 A super intelligent, cold & uncaring of "fleshlings" race that happens to appear flower-like enough for infiltration!

 The Botananoids!

Playing with the idea of giving them all non threatening human names that make them seem otherworldly compared to pony pun-based naming conventions! The bloodthirsty Agent Lloyd & the tyrannical Overseer Bob!

If there's one thing workin' has taught me... it's that my hair despises being restrained & tied back.

 Can stand all day without hesitation, I can skip a day of eating... and being grumpy because of it, but my hair hisses like a tortured wildcat at me daring to keep it from shedding on my immediate surroundings!

Just watched a review on Garfield. How he's sold out; not as bitter & witty as he once was... but he's still alive, working & a part of people's hearts even if his author gave up on what used to be his dream.

 It's... kind of beautiful, that. Something that never was is still growing & living. 

 I'm.... actually crying over a YouTube review of a comic strip now... 

Convinced now that having children drives you literally insane. Which is a pity, wanted to have kids eventually.

 Just got dragged to some kiddy get-together. Was hot, sweaty and awkward because I was the only being there who had enough sanity to refer to something other than "My Kids, My Kids." I swear, it's infuriating how parents these days seem to equally see their children as extensions of themselves while having nothing but kid-related thoughts. It's as if having to care for others robs you of any identity.

 And even worse, makes me feel like an abnormal outcast.

If I may talk Anthro here.

 You know what's the best part of an anthro shark? 🦈 That beautiful smile! There's just something relaxing about that mouth full of sharp fangs that assures you you don't need to think anymore. Because your body already well knows how to react if it lunges at you!

 You see that a lot on some OCs. Call it the Shark Smirk! That sort of half-moon, upside down forced frown where you mostly only move your corners of your mouth into an awkward grimace.

 I've gotten a lot of practice in that lately.

Great. Now I'm fantasizing about being friends enough with someone where we can make Friendship Bracelets. Despite being well into my adult phase of life... it'd probably be totally awkward if I finally pin some fellow down, they ask how to do this "hang out" & I chirp up with learning to make Friendship Bracelets.

  ...never got to go to any sort of Camp or anywhere out of Mother's reach.

If this Status gets One Each of each "brohoof" reaction, I'll confess to you all a deep, Dark, shocking, life-changing, dramatic secret!

Mere moments ago, as I supped upon the desiccated, boiled remains of an ungulate topped with the undeveloped spawn of Fowl; I did espy a trio of young females neigh unto the so claimed Dead of Night & Witching Hour walking the dark city streets with no goal or reason apart from the three synchronized phone lights bobbing in front of their hypnotized faces.

 Don't know how I keep finding new faith to lose in Humanity! Ya think I'd run out at some point!

So... as fitting moving, been told that I have to pare everything I own down to three boxes. Which means getting rid of almost all of my closet's worth of books. ...which are still cut in half from the last time I moved... when I kinda have a complex about losing things when even other beings don't bother to stay in my life.

 ... when do I put my claw down & say that this is too much for me? There's no worth to life if I can't hold on to anything.............

Slingin' at a chicken joint & I can't help but imagine myself as my fursona. Y'know, the skink with the seven-foot tongue? 

 "...so, Both?... Accidentally dragged my tongue through the flour n' fried it... again."

 Then later, bopping up cheerfully at the register: "Hewwo! How can ah hap you?"

Customer: " Uhh... you sure you don't need the help?"

 "Naaah! Got thumb thalve back there! The next batch might taithe a bit funny tho!"

 Customer: "I'll just.. have a salad.."

 Boss slowly slides into the scene, grimacing: "Get back to cooking..."

Really wanna rp my naga in a game of Pony Pathfinder! (Y'know... P&P?) 

 Mostly because the way my snake-sona works, he doesn't fit anywhere but barely in Equestria.

You know, Chrissy? What I've found helps with my own poor self-confidence? Listen to music like it's referring directly to you. Without exception; that's the important part.

 Too easy is it to find the sad or aggressive songs that already agree to what you set yourself to believe. Listen to everything, let the radio wander to those dumb songs or the cheap, dime-a-dozen love songs. Like One Direction! 

 Depression (or whichever we may call it) likes to pick & choose. Lets us forget about the bright spots. There's no harm in being fearful or cautious, but there is in refusing to see any way else. Open yourself to possibilities! Entertain the notions you daren't consider; listen to the message, every message, in everything! 

...my favorite one...?...

 ...*ahem*

   The way that you smile at the ground gets me overwhelmed. It ain't hard to tell... you don't know you're beautiful... and that's what makes you beautiful!