Things are rapidly falling apart lately. Work has presented me with an ever-shifting, ever-growing list of increasingly urgent (and yet simultaneously vague) responsibilities. I was literally told yesterday "If you don't think you are capable of performing your job, let me know so I can find someone who is". And this was in regard to a single task of at least a dozen on my plate.
The state of the world isn't helping, but I think we all know that. Casual fascism is shockingly common even here in the Bay Area, leading me to believe that I had better ascribe to their doctrine, should I want to survive. Which is, of course, at odds with my actual desires.
And yet, despite all this...
HOLY FUCK WHY AM I STILL SO OBSESSED WITH BECOMING A BIG TITTED GENIE?!
It's literally, like, the top process in the list of my brain CPU tasks. Become a genie. Become a slut. Become a magical whore with huge knockers and an insatiable cockthirst.
I mean, some aspect is clearly biological lust. But even when that's sated, I'm still whistful daydreaming about how much better life would be if I were a genie? Or at the very least, some reasonable facsimile there of? Or at least, the very least, the kind of girl I want to be???
But that's all at odds with what's reasonable, possible, or expected. And it should be a very low priority. And it's fucking DANGEROUS.
Yet it doesn't seem to be going away.
I never really learn that.
Thirst through the storm (Lewd, MH--, Oblique USpol)
@Doephin I haven't been looking for employ elsewhere, mostly because in my industry, it's not likely to get better anywhere.
I continually see what you're saying about it being healthier, and I recognize it. And yet I'm still fighting this part of me that thinks it would be a negative move if I went in that direction? I'm not sure. A lot of my life and support structure seems to hinge on meeting the expectations of others. I'm so skittish to do anything that might defy those expectations.
But I still acknowledge that you're right.