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Artist: The Menzingers Song: Good Things [Embed For Use By Upgraded+] "30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS" Prompt: One thing outside of my control that I need to stop worrying about is... Just one thing? My answer can't be everything? Honestly, I have such an issue with control and I think a lot of other issues stem from that. I just want to control the way people react to me, which is obviously impossible and stupid. I didn't have a great weekend because I met up with the dude from over here "Invalid Entry" . For those who are keeping up with that saga, he decided it has been long enough since my surgery to talk about things and hang out. But in the meantime while recovering, I decided I don't want to do a contract which would commit me to that relationship for a certain length of time. So I told him that and he was like, "Yeah, great, we can still do our thing occasionally, but I'm not comfortable doing some things without a contract in place." Then he proceeded to do the most mild almost vanilla scene with me that didn't put me in the right headspace at all... just not what I'm looking for whatsoever. I know I'm skirting the lines on my GC-rating right now so I'll stop, but it's so frustrating because I just want to make him do what I want. And at the same time, I only said no to a contract because my friends told me to and I couldn't control their reaction to it. Life would be so much easier if I could just force people to react how I want them to react. Now I'm just going into the work week with a bad mental space because getting 40% of what you need is somehow worse than getting nothing. Like, I need that system shock to feel grounded and normal. I've felt totally off since then. But in addition to letting go of my desire to make people do what I want them to do... I could also do with not worrying about: - My surgery recovery, which is either going to happen or not happen regardless of how much I stress over it. Actually, stressing out over it probably makes recovery worse. - Work things. I'm doing fine in my role, but there are some incoming changes looming over my team and we don't really know how things are going to shake out so it's a bit worrying. But again, something I have zero control over so it's pointless to worry about. - The pandemic. Like, totally reasonable to do everything you can to protect yourself, but I had to step away from the news completely. I couldn't take the 24/7 news cycle about it. Even still, I hear about it a lot just from everyone and everything. - Politics. I know ranting about politics like I did in my last entry is bad form. I'm probably going to do it again though, to be fair. The reason I should stop worrying about it is because I'm never going to change anyone's mind, so all I can do is vote. I'm sincerely so worried about this election and the aftermath of it though. - Winter. As silly as it is, I'm legit concerned about winter coming because it's kind of a depressing time of year for me on a good year. But then on top of that, we didn't get to enjoy any of the good weather this year because of the virus. I've mostly been stuck in my house since March minus a couple visits to the aforementioned dude and going on short walks. But I can't control the seasons, sadly. Usually when I'm feeling out of control with my own things, I focus myself on other people's things. Not super in-depth because I'm not great at solving my own problems, let alone anyone else's, but just basic things like leaving comments on people's blogs or whatever. I just know that people need to feel "seen" and I try to validate that whenever I can. It makes me feel at least semi-productive to do that. I've been having a horrible time Pulling myself together I've been closing my eyes to find The old, familiar failures |