yay, chair cushions are done and I can now tidy up and move onto to other tasks, like sanding and painting 🙂
It’s strange - why am I eager to help my friend clean her apartment but leave my own space a dump when a clean space helps me feel less cluttered mentally?
Follow the feeling. Think about cleaning or do the cleaning, how do you feel?
Do the cleaning. Motivation usually follows action :)
I don’t know, but I do this thing where I (usually) leave the communal areas spick and span, but leave my room in a horrendous state, so you’re not alone. I don’t enjoy cleaning at all, but it seems to be a lot easier (or at least an existing habit) to keep the lounge room and kitchen clean, even though I live by myself for the moment. More difficult to keep my room clean
Several of my friends have the same problem as me, much easier to help others clean and tidy than do your own space. I put it down to reduced negative emotional weight (to objects, to the activity, guilt of not doing it in a timely manner, repetitiveness etc) and greater positive emotion (helping others, building social capital, satisfaction from completing tasks, maybe a sense of superiority because others needed your help) when cleaning others’ spaces rather than ones own. I just roll with it now and accept that it’s a thing
after helping to clean BIL’s level 4 hoard ( house was a biohazard ) i have zero motivation helping others do housework, it’s enough i do my own now
Maybe we should all just clean our friend’s’ spaces. Problem solved.
Good night everyone. 🥰
Goodnight Goonsy, sleep tight, don’t let your house get a bed bug infestation. I hear that A. They bite, and B. They’re really hard and annoying to get rid of
Btw thanks for being such a rock with the DTs recently
Made it to the end of Presumed Innocent, the TV adaptation. What a inconsistent show with stupid legal loopholes and soapy writing. It is incredibly unbelievable that the main character could’ve been a successful prosecutor. Also I hate basically every character in this but not even in a love-to-hate way like Succession. I think I cared more about the cat.
Even Jake Gyllenhaal’s perfect butt wasn’t enough to save this mediocrity, but somehow it’s been renewed for a second season…
I hated the series. It was boring, seemed to be written by a committee ticking off trope boxes.
Just watch the awesome movie with Harrison Ford.
Okay the memes coming from our breakdancer’s performance overnight are so fucking funny
Anyone got a link to the full performance?
Edit: all I’m finding are ai narrated videos with still shots and snippets.
You’ll have to try and find it on the 9Now website/app or maybe olympics website
They’re super tight on video copyright and broadcasting rights.
Ah thanks 👍🏼
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A tray of scallop potatoes please
Home made Burger and string fries. Much appreciated 😊
I’m going to the snow at the end of the month and have been messaging a friend I let borrow my ski clothes and equipment two years ago. They just never gave me back my stuff and I forgot about it to now. I’m a bit annoyed they just kept my things, and now my goggles are missing and I don’t remember if I let them borrow. It shouldn’t be up to me to remember and ask for my stuff back, you should give it back once you are done with it without prompt.
Another way to look at it is they were storing it for you while you weren’t using them. Some places charge for that.
I setup the replacement Xbox last night and am finally sitting down and giving it a crack. I have Minecraft, knockoff coke Zero from aldi, a full belly, and a comfy couch. Life is good.
nostalgia trip
In 2016 (or maybe 2017), my mum surprised me with an Xbox from my birthday. It was an Xbox 360 E, and a copy of Minecraft. That was my first time on a console, and I stayed up all night playing it. Literally all night. Probably needless to say she was less than happy I was still up when she woke up, but she just let it be. I had a lot of fun, and also had a few cans of coke over night. That’s a core memory of mine that I’ve never really been able to recreate. There was such a feeling of carelessness and peace that night, a feeling I unfortunately very rarely experienced during my youngest years.
continuation, but less of a fun memory more of a historical vent, probably more sad
That was when I was really struggling with “school refusal”, as they call it, and mum was really trying to push me to go. It was a very difficult time, and led to such a feeling of helplessness, probably for both of us. That’s probably why I enjoyed the care free feeling the games provided - a little safe haven away from the constant chaos and incessant disappointment and despair of the real world. A world where the biggest concern is placing enough torches to keep the zombies away.
Interesting. The local library was my safe haven as a kid. Or any book really. I predate xbox and electronic games so there wasn’t a huge lot of choice. Nowadays my local library makes a big deal about being ‘fun’ and ‘lively’ and ‘inclusive’ - which to kid me sounds like hell on earth. So it wouldn’t be available as a safe haven now. I suspect we all need a safe haven in our lives - and find it in a variety of places. Another very unfashionable opinion of mine is that quite a lot of illegal drug use gets its root cause in the search for a mental safe haven in a hostile universe, albeit a temporary one with a huge downside.
100%. Any form of escapism that makes us feel like we have some freedom… It’s a strong imprint in our formative years…
I think a lot of us still chase it, be it knowingly or unknowingly.
Hope you continue creating other good memories. Might not be exactly the same, but you can get pretty close. ✨
Thanks llabsy, I appreciate it. New memories will come, although sometimes it takes a few years for them to change from neutral into good
The end is nigh
Bring back bags of lollies from the milk bar… 😭
1c fizzos.
Operation get rid stuff continues. Today it’s my sewing cupboard. I don’t think I need all those supplies for children’s clothes anymore.
And if I ever do I’ll just buy new.
These weightlifters are lifting the equivalent of 40 cats at the moment, if you were wondering.
Imagine 40 cats hanging off a barbell. I don’t think they’d be cooperative.
The difficulty would come not from the weight of the cats, but the wrangling
And now I’ve got a mental picture of all the cats hanging off the barbell like that kitten in the ‘hang in there’ poster. Plus a random couple of them balancing on top of it, for good measure 😂
There’d be wriggling cats all over. And they’d all have loud complaints and would need to speak to the manager
Each cat should be in a sock with their head poking out. There can be a handle to attach each cat sock onto the barbell. They will still wiggle a little but there isn’t much they can do.
Ummm, whose job is it to put the cats in the socks? Because that would be deserving of a gold medal for sure!
They might need to borrow the protective fencing outfits with the full face covers.
There needs to be a cat in sock automated assembly line , we could get Heath Robinson to invent one.
The cats could be put in a big hopper with a shoot and underneath would be the open sock
Any peeps of a fishy persuasion? Looking for a three way valve for 4mm tubing, but water, not air. Anyone attest to water carriage of air direction valves?
I am having such a shitty fucking day. I’ve honestly never felt this bad so fast before. Just massively angry, wanting to lash out over everything.
Everything is getting worse and none of us are stopping it(I’m certainly not). My attempts to maybe improve things for myself just add more stress and inevitably fail. I feel like I’m trying to climb a styrofoam wall. I can grab at chunks to try and pull myself up, but all I’m doing is fucking up an already shitty wall.
Hugs. If you can roll yourself up somewhere in the sun I recommend it. You aren’t alone in your feelings.
I read On The Beach a few years ago after the 2020 bushfires and at the start of COVID when I was feeling particularly hopeless. Basically its a classic about an impending nuclear winter - what happens when everyone find out they have six months to live. One of the side characters just carried on tending their little garden, planting out things that they would never harvest and in all probability would never grow. But it was her job - to tend her garden and she figured no-one knew any would be next so she might as well do this thing. She was totally at peace. I think about her a lot when I am in this headspace.
There are green places to be in the sun nearish me, but too far to walk, and I don’t want to be around other people much so a tram would be a bad idea I reckon.
I had read some of it a while ago, but lost my place and never bothered to refind it. Might have to give it another look some time, because it’s a great book. I wish I had the certainty of a set date, honestly. Six months is easier to handle than “it’s a mystery”
I get that. Well there’s no shame in crawling under the doona and being a human burrito for a day. Hope that guy gives you a little respite
I know the feeling. Right there with you. All you can do is give em hell
Edit: Alternatively https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=HjPgdhRsGIQ
Massive hugs. Climbing a styrofoam wall sounds incredibly difficult. I hope you find a moment of joy today, even if it’s tiny.
Treating myself to a cafe big breakfast because all I got at home is ramen and sardines. While ramen and sardines WAS a tempting option, having no eggs or frozen veg to add sealed the deal
Beautiful day. Not much to do, so reading in bed, music and games I think.
Enjoy your day everyone!
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