LazyDash

My roommate grinds my gears into a powder.

I'm usually pretty tolerant of noise but he takes it to a whole new level. It's the noise that really messes with me because it keeps me from getting stuff done... but he also throws tantrums, tries to blame me or inanimate objects for petty things, thinks his cat is bad for not wanting to be cuddled all the time (I seriously worry for that cat sometimes), refuses to clean up after himself, and wants my attention all the time.

It's alright if a child is acting like a child, but a grown adult the same age as me (26) acting like a little kid who is totally out of control, and doing so all the time, now THAT really, really grinds my gears.

Replying to threads. I made this account a long time ago but forgot about it until a couple days ago. Gotta make up for lost time!

I was waiting for my roommate to knock off the noise and go to sleep, but I think that's a lost cause.

Don't rush to slap a label on it, whatever you feel is allowed to change and you'll understand more about yourself in your own time. Remember, not everything is black or white, you can fall anywhere on a spectrum. Labels and terms are there to describe you, not for you to try to fit into them.

I've known I liked girls since I was a kid. I think I first told someone in 7th grade. Right now I'm long distance dating a guy and I feel weird about that. I've been with guys but to be honest, wasn't really attracted to them romantically, but did enjoy being with them physically on some level because I cared about making them happy.

But overall I don't use the term lesbian very often unless someone is directly asking. I prefer to talk about feelings and experiences casually. It feels awkward to stop and explain to someone that I'm lesbian as if it's weird or something, because to me it's not. I just don't even go there usually.

Tired, and a little peeved. But starting to feel a little better now.

I feel free by my own, like I've been reunited with myself. All this years, struggling against my being, over ideals reinforced by difficult memories.

 

But I was afraid, of course. So I clinged onto philosophies to filter my perception of reality, into a convenient, yet untruthful form of living.

There's no mental patterns monitoring my every thought and behaviour anymore, like some kind of airport security scanner.

Discipline is broken, fear doesn't govern me anymore. I'm free, and she was correct all along. "Be yourself, dammit!"

@Phoenix

Awesome! Breaking free like that is always a great feeling, I'm happy for ya!

I was never a big fandom person, but when I got into Xena: Warrior Princess a few months ago (around March) I found out there was a huge community of fans for that and I love it.

I can't see ever not being a fan of Xena. I'm actually considering writing fanfiction for the first time. Whether I do or not, I can definitely say that's a first for me to even think about. The show is just so inspiring and so are its fans!

I love playing in snow, and I miss it sometimes, but I'm glad I haven't had to deal with it for the past couple years. I moved down south where it rarely snows. Last year it snowed (real snow) for a day and it made me very happy.

A sliced turkey, swiss cheese, and tomato sandwich with sweet tea. It was great! I might have another one...

A Rhode Island seal coin, and a couple of really smooth skipping rocks I found as a kid.