Thirty-Eight Years
Jan. 12th, 2020 05:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
noblwishThat's how long ago I faced my first Kobayashi Maru. It took at least another 10... no, more like 15, years for me to start redefining my life. I don't honestly remember a great deal about those 10-15 years.
I was gonna start a vlog today just about me. Might still. There's another 6.5 hours left in the day.
Someone threw up on my car last night. Mom's car, actually. Dumbass me cleaned it up BEFORE taking pictures ('cuz, srsly, who takes pics of puke?) and now I may not be able to charge the rider for the mess. FML.
Been terribly lazy today. Played with the dog. That was fun. I should go look for my tripod and try that vloggin thang. I should also do some research on live-vlogging to YouTube. That's a thing, right? It should be a thing. I do NOT wanna go live on FB with this shit.
Speaking of FB, I got slammed by a Boomer for DARING to debate (not argue, not fight with... merely comment a respectful counter-point to) another Boomer. I replied with a more pointed argument, though still remaining civil. If he fires back, I've got my "OK, Boomer" cannon loaded and ready! Meanwhile, it floors me that I, a fully-grown, MIDDLE-AGED, woman, would be lambasted so strongly ("that's my sister you're talking to!") just for voicing a contradictory opinion. Excuse me... WTF? Don't scold me! I am not a child! Do you know how many of my peers I've seen laid to rest? I've survived the deaths of my brother, my father, my BFF, several car crashes, a few emergency surgeries, birthed and breast-fed two babies, got a divorce, endured domestic abuse, struggled though, oh, I can't even count how many recessions, I've seen my countrymen fight and die in at least three wars... I'm so sorry that the little dolls you played with grew up and left home, but we did and now you need to RESPECT us as equals! Time to give us a seat at the mother-fucking BIG table! Oh, wait... you can't... 'cuz you saved too many seats for your grandchildren, who you expected to claim as your own and raise... as dolls... just like us. Fuck you.
I was gonna start a vlog today just about me. Might still. There's another 6.5 hours left in the day.
Someone threw up on my car last night. Mom's car, actually. Dumbass me cleaned it up BEFORE taking pictures ('cuz, srsly, who takes pics of puke?) and now I may not be able to charge the rider for the mess. FML.
Been terribly lazy today. Played with the dog. That was fun. I should go look for my tripod and try that vloggin thang. I should also do some research on live-vlogging to YouTube. That's a thing, right? It should be a thing. I do NOT wanna go live on FB with this shit.
Speaking of FB, I got slammed by a Boomer for DARING to debate (not argue, not fight with... merely comment a respectful counter-point to) another Boomer. I replied with a more pointed argument, though still remaining civil. If he fires back, I've got my "OK, Boomer" cannon loaded and ready! Meanwhile, it floors me that I, a fully-grown, MIDDLE-AGED, woman, would be lambasted so strongly ("that's my sister you're talking to!") just for voicing a contradictory opinion. Excuse me... WTF? Don't scold me! I am not a child! Do you know how many of my peers I've seen laid to rest? I've survived the deaths of my brother, my father, my BFF, several car crashes, a few emergency surgeries, birthed and breast-fed two babies, got a divorce, endured domestic abuse, struggled though, oh, I can't even count how many recessions, I've seen my countrymen fight and die in at least three wars... I'm so sorry that the little dolls you played with grew up and left home, but we did and now you need to RESPECT us as equals! Time to give us a seat at the mother-fucking BIG table! Oh, wait... you can't... 'cuz you saved too many seats for your grandchildren, who you expected to claim as your own and raise... as dolls... just like us. Fuck you.