Mental health check-in

I've been experiencing this really powerful feeling a dread lately.
Not sure why...I'd like to just attribute it to coming up on nearly a year of this continual hardly leaving the house and lack of in person interaction with other people. Motivation has been hard to find these past few weeks and I haven't been taking any time off from work because our work situation isn't stable right now so I feel like I have to make hay while the sun is still shining.
 
I've been experiencing this really powerful feeling a dread lately.
Not sure why...I'd like to just attribute it to coming up on nearly a year of this continual hardly leaving the house and lack of in person interaction with other people. Motivation has been hard to find these past few weeks and I haven't been taking any time off from work because our work situation isn't stable right now so I feel like I have to make hay while the sun is still shining.
The last few weeks have had that vibe. My students at the school, many of my remote private students, people around me IRL all seem to be reaching a level of darkness and disengagement that is hard to shake off. I've been feeling better about the future (3-5 months off) but the effects of being home like this are hard to manage on multiple levels.
 
I've been experiencing this really powerful feeling a dread lately.
Not sure why...I'd like to just attribute it to coming up on nearly a year of this continual hardly leaving the house and lack of in person interaction with other people. Motivation has been hard to find these past few weeks and I haven't been taking any time off from work because our work situation isn't stable right now so I feel like I have to make hay while the sun is still shining.

Mojo sent. I'ma hafta force myself to get something done today. Two days of doing nothing is two too many.
 
The last few weeks have had that vibe. My students at the school, many of my remote private students, people around me IRL all seem to be reaching a level of darkness and disengagement that is hard to shake off. I've been feeling better about the future (3-5 months off) but the effects of being home like this are hard to manage on multiple levels.

I think currently we're all collectively experiencing a level of ennui, dread, irritability, exhaustion and resignation that comes from realizing we are within a month of having had a year carved out of our lives. The gestalt right now is at a nadir, and I think that only the efficient, effective, and rapid distribution of vaccine doses to people of all ages and walks is going to stem that. Unfortunately, over much of the US (and world) that won't happen until early summer at the earliest, so I guess we'd better strap in for a bumpy ride. Here's something to cheer you all up:

 
Cancer is really the gift that keeps on giving, isn't is? :cry:

Hair-raising mojo sent.

Thanks! And yeah, being cancer-free for a fucking decade should allow me to put this shit in perspective. But it being your actual face that's all fucked up somehow makes it hard to do.

I've got giant off-putting scars all over my chest and neck, and no left pectoral (that's now up in my neck) on my chest, and a migratory left nipple that's about an inch off from where it should be, but that I can cover with a shirt and a shemagh. It makes me "that weird scarf guy," but fuck it, who ever heard of a sixty-something lawyer who still calls himself "Krashpad?" I was already a weirdo, so I got that goin' for me.

But unlike the neck/chest stuff, this latest face shit I'm fucking stuck with. I really feel sorry for women, who not only don't have the beard option, but on whom society places a much greater importance on appearance. One of my fb cancer buddies is probably in her late '50s or '60s and was absolutely beautiful as a young woman, but her jaw is all fecked like mine and it makes me sad every time I see a photo of her. She appears to be well-adjusted and happy and has a loving family, and I know that's what is important. But her looking like that just seems incredibly cruel.
 
Thanks! And yeah, being cancer-free for a fucking decade should allow me to put this shit in perspective. But it being your actual face that's all fucked up somehow makes it hard to do.

I've got giant off-putting scars all over my chest and neck, and no left pectoral (that's now up in my neck) on my chest, and a migratory left nipple that's about an inch off from where it should be, but that I can cover with a shirt and a shemagh. It makes me "that weird scarf guy," but fuck it, who ever heard of a sixty-something lawyer who still calls himself "Krashpad?" I was already a weirdo, so I got that goin' for me.

But unlike the neck/chest stuff, this latest face shit I'm fucking stuck with. I really feel sorry for women, who not only don't have the beard option, but on whom society places a much greater importance on appearance. One of my fb cancer buddies is probably in her late '50s or '60s and was absolutely beautiful as a young woman, but her jaw is all fecked like mine and it makes me sad every time I see a photo of her. She appears to be well-adjusted and happy and has a loving family, and I know that's what is important. But her looking like that just seems incredibly cruel.
“All of these lines across my face, tell the story of who I am.” B. Carlile. (EDIT: I credited that incorrectly. Phil Hanseroth wrote that song). Any lines/scars on your face just tell me me you are human who has not given up, and endured. And continues to be a bad ass, fight for others, and make music about all of that. So, mojo to you, as doing that is hard. Respect.
 
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Mojo to all.

Due to a argument I got into, I got a 24 hour FB ban. That allowed me to reconsider my social media priorities. I'm in the process of getting rid of ALL of the political stuff. If it doesn't bring me joy, out with it. I don't need the BS anymore. Twitter is a cesspool of politics and shit. And it's easier for me to walk away from, and block people on Twitter than FB. IG is for pics of cats, friend pics, etc. Nothing political, religious, etc. I've needed to do this for a long time.
 
Mojo to all.

Due to a argument I got into, I got a 24 hour FB ban. That allowed me to reconsider my social media priorities. I'm in the process of getting rid of ALL of the political stuff. If it doesn't bring me joy, out with it. I don't need the BS anymore. Twitter is a cesspool of politics and shit. And it's easier for me to walk away from, and block people on Twitter than FB. IG is for pics of cats, friend pics, etc. Nothing political, religious, etc. I've needed to do this for a long time.

Mojo and joy Mon! I hope it works. :thu:
 
Mojo to all.

Due to a argument I got into, I got a 24 hour FB ban. That allowed me to reconsider my social media priorities. I'm in the process of getting rid of ALL of the political stuff. If it doesn't bring me joy, out with it. I don't need the BS anymore. Twitter is a cesspool of politics and shit. And it's easier for me to walk away from, and block people on Twitter than FB. IG is for pics of cats, friend pics, etc. Nothing political, religious, etc. I've needed to do this for a long time.

Ditch 'em and don't look back.
 
From a new “friend” of mine who is into local Puget Sound history, and posts a lot of cool stuff on a FB page I follow.
Thought for the day. I agree, AND wonder how a person wired like this (I might know one, or more) goes about existence in the world in a sustainable way that is healthy and has some joy in it.

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The original author is some sort of psychic or medium. I don’t know what I think about that, but I agree with the quote nonetheless.
 
Not doing well today. Found out this morning a friend of cancer overnight. I didn't even know she had it. Her family deadnamed (her pre transition name) her in the obit. That's a lack or respect and totally uncalled for. Another friend is in the hospital with a manic episode with psychotic features. When this happens (it has happened before) he usually throws out his computer and cell phone and wanders the streets of Chicago. He doesn't sleep or eat. He steals food when he needs it. He thinks he knows about a secret underground cabal that will start a nuclear war. At one point during the last major series of episodes, he went to the airport to meet President Obama's plane (Obama was President at the time), claimed he was the Secretary of Defense, and had to meet him there. This it true tin foil hat kind of stuff that is so far beyond Q it's scary. Thankfully, he was picked up by the police and hospitalized. He has no real family. I need to eat. Not sure what to get. Can't get the energy together to cook. And the last thing I want is another fucking pizza. Just a lot going on at once.
 
Not doing well today. Found out this morning a friend of cancer overnight. I didn't even know she had it. Her family deadnamed (her pre transition name) her in the obit. That's a lack or respect and totally uncalled for. Another friend is in the hospital with a manic episode with psychotic features. When this happens (it has happened before) he usually throws out his computer and cell phone and wanders the streets of Chicago. He doesn't sleep or eat. He steals food when he needs it. He thinks he knows about a secret underground cabal that will start a nuclear war. At one point during the last major series of episodes, he went to the airport to meet President Obama's plane (Obama was President at the time), claimed he was the Secretary of Defense, and had to meet him there. This it true tin foil hat kind of stuff that is so far beyond Q it's scary. Thankfully, he was picked up by the police and hospitalized. He has no real family. I need to eat. Not sure what to get. Can't get the energy together to cook. And the last thing I want is another fucking pizza. Just a lot going on at once.

Mojo PK. Breathe deeply, think about things that make you happy. Wishing you the best. This too shall pass.
 
Mojo sent Mon. Condolences about your friend, that damn deadnaming makes me so angry. This targeting of probably our most vulnerable societal sector, by the government for the last 4 years, is all the worse when it's reduced to family members pulling that shit. How God damned cruel and selfish.

Couple deaths of people in my sphere this week. A lady I didn't know well, but recognized as being in our local scene back in the day, died from some unnamed longstanding health problems. A bunch of people I do know better, "scene friends," as it were, were close to her, including a former bandmate who had been a housemate of hers. She seems to have been a great human who stood up for others, so even without knowing her personally, I am saddened by her passing.

Worse yet, night before last both my mom and the elder of my two sisters (I'm the oldest in the family) called. My youngest sister's best friend died unexpectedly. Brain aneurysm. Age 56 I believe, maybe even younger. My family had five kids, all born within a decade of each other, so we all pretty much knew all of our siblings' friends, even when I was on the oldest end of the spectrum, and this sister was youngest. This friend that died was just the sweetest young lady, always cheerful and optimistic. So I'm doubly sad. She has twin daughters, one of whom has had problems with depression and such, and although I didn't know this daughter I'm really worried about her ability to cope with this cruel turn of events.

Looks like the theme for 2021 is "2020, hold my beer."
 
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