Out : calling them “anti-vax”.
In : calling them “pro-disease”.
Kind of clarifies things, doesn’t it? If you are against vaccination, then you are on Covid’s side and deserve to wear that around your neck like an effing albatross.
Imagine the fun questions you can ask these scumbags now :
“So, what made you side with a disease against humanity?”
“Tell us, what is it you like most about people dying drowning in their own phlegm unable to draw breath?”
“Why do you hate humans so much? Or…should I refer to them as Earthlings…?”
“Do you have a favorite variant? Wait…. it’s delta, right? Classic.”
“Do you also love Famine and War and Death?”
“Do you also have a plan to turn Smurfs into gold?”
“Does it turn you on when children die?”
The list goes on and on.
Because fuck these people. They’re the reason we’ve got Omicron ruining everyone’s holidays. Not that long ago, we thought we had Covid on the run, That we were done, that it was history, that fairly soon everything would be back to normal.
But no. Because of these ignorant Typhoid Mary’s, we all have to get a booster shot and social distancing and masks are back, baby.
And now immuno-compromised people like myself live in fear of catching a horrible death from a unwiped doorknob, too.
So fuck you. pro-diseasers. Fuck you straight to hell. The world is back to pre-vaccine levels of fear and it’s all because you filthy fuckers are scared of a little shot.
Speaking of which….
Got my flu shot after wound care today.
So, yay me! I got a thing done. Something smart and proactive and that I totally did not in any sense have to do, but chose to do.
That makes me feel like a grownup! #adulting #shutupboomers #stilltheirfault
Had to fill out a form. That surprised me, though I don’t know why. This shot is from the government, of course there’s paperwork.
It soothes them.
The pharmacist scored an ace with the shot because I didn’t feel a thing during the shot. Only felt a tiny sting after. So way to go, dude.
After that. we went to cash my check. It had been in my wallet for a couple of weeks and I felt it was time to get’r done.
No surprises at the credit union. Now carrying way too much cash.
Got to jump through the hoops to make my current credit card reloadable. That will also raise the limit it can carry from $500 to $1000.
But mostly it will keep me from having to buy a new one every month and a half or so when the $500 I put on the last one runs out.
Then I have to input the new one into all the places I buy stuff. It’s a hassle.
So figuring out how to make the damned thing reloadable is like, a hassle investment. Hassle now eliminates a much larger quantity of hassle later.
Join me for my TED talk on Hasslenomics this February.
More after the break.
I’m not low maintenance
Nor should I be. Nor do I need to be.
I used to pride myself on being “low maintenance” and “easy to get along with” and other such things that basically translate into “low worth but low cost!”.
Because that’s what it boils down to, really. If you’re happy to be “easy”, odds are that it’s because deep down you don’t think you are worth much of an investment and so you better make yourself as “cheap” to get along with as possible.
And like a lot of things about low self esteem, it’s self-defeating in a way, because you are trying to make yourself more appealing but you’re actually sending the message that you are worthless and that, quite frankly, makes you gross to be around.
People with no self-respect are disgusting, not appealing.
Take it from one who knows.
And in another way, it’s self-reinforcing, because you are telling people to treat you badly, and they do.
Anyhow, back to my own case. (Stay personal, dammit!)
Furthermore, the truth is that I am not low maintenance and never have been,
Sure, I am not some pushy, volatile, moody, abusive princess from an anime, but knowing me means ignoring a lot of stuff about me in order to get my sunshine.
Mostly things that are related to self-neglect. Like body odor, bad breath, various skin issues, and other such stuff.
Like I’ve said before, I’m like a big dumb dirty dog in that way, friendly and waggy and cute as can be…. but also smelly and dirty and rather gassy.
So people like me but don’t necessarily want to get close to me in the real world.
There’s reasons for that but I shan’t go into them right now.
And that extends past the physical too. People don’t want to be around people with no self-respect either. It’s depressing,
One of the basic truths of human relationships is that people do not want to be around people they do not respect. That means you can’t go around advertising what a mess you are expecting to attract nurturing because you will not.
You will turn off most people and the ones you do attract will likely be abusive or crazy or both at the same time.
I am, of course, mostly talking to myself.
Jesus, I have wandered off into the theoretical again.
Back to the cost of knowing me.
It’s especially confusing with me because I send such mixed signals. On the one hand, I am charming and funny and super smart and those are positive things. The sorts of things that people are proud of. Things they admire in people.
But i also send out a lot of negative self-worth signals and can be kind of pathetic and there is always this undercurrent of panic and fear with me.
I’ve always had that strange duality to me. Amazing and pathetic in equal amounts. Drawing you in, yet also trying to escape. Trying to be close but also constantly escaping into intellectual abstraction.
Yup, I am not low maintenance at all.
Dang good thing I’m cute, then,
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.