The next week (or so) has been bequeathed from hell to challenge me.
I have a major personal conundrum: I enjoy spending time with people I like, but I have a severely limited supply of social energy to do so.
In the end, there was simply too much to talk about. So I've decided to talk about scarves.
For every person who complains about how annoying they find this new fad, I will shoot back that it's a lot less annoying than a twenty-five year old woman descending into meltdown in a public space.
I've never talked about this particular stim before, or considered it as a 'stim' in the same way I class my other stims. It's one of those 'ew gross' actions that you try to keep hidden from the rest of the world.
I’m not here to talk about why I desperately do not want to leave the EU. This post is about what is going on in my head as we hurtle towards this seismic change.
I love singing. If I had my way, I would spend at least 95% of the time warbling away to whatever particular tunes were stuck in my head that day. As a child, I would hurtle around the living room screaming along with Björk about how quiet it was and then wasn’t. Obviously, after many … Continue reading Warbling and wobbling