Charlotte Finn @SkunkyLass@awoo.space

It is possible I undercooked them, though thirty minutes on the pot is a long time and fit the instructions. So, yeah. Struck out there.

I have tried lentils!

I do not like them.

So it turns out that The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent did not oversell Paddington 2. It's great!

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I dreamt that Tylenol had come out with a new product: Tylenol BYOP, where they sell you the container and you fill it with your own Tylenol.

Me: A Christmas Carol unsettles me due to deep seated fears of eternal damnation

My therapist: Understandable

Me: But, "and to Tiny Tim,"

Me and my therapist: WHO DID NOT DIE,

Well, I got some mad money for Christmas. Spend it on something sensible, or get a commission: the eternal dilemma.

I have watched people freak out about being shown that a locked account did a quote-RT on their tweet, on the basic of it being a potential harassment vector. Not a guaranteed one - just a potential one.

I feel that a feature that produces this reaction in people should be left behind on the site that's designed to make you angry and scared. Let Mastodon be something else.

TO BE CLEAR this is general background emotional sensation. I appreciate it when people wish me a cheerful holiday! It's more the cultural expectation that I have to have one or else I have failed.

So last night I had the by-now annual tradition of falling into a pitch black mood, thanks to the way things work for me around this time of year.

There's a lot that is difficult about this time of year; the cold, the terrible roads, the sun setting at 4:20 in the afternoon. But what gives it that extra little kick is the Christmas season, where I'm told I need to get into the Christmas spirit. I need to be jolly and joyous.

And what inevitable happens is, I can't. I fall short. And when that happens, I feel like I have failed, that either I have failed to let the spirit of Christmas into myself, or the Christmas spirit took one look at me and gave up. And so, failing to meet the social pressure (and it IS pressure) to be in a joyful mood leaves me feeling like a failure, which inevitably turns a bad mood worse.

I'm better now. I'm no danger to myself and others. But this season is always hard.

I don't wish any ill will on people who are big on the Christmas spirit (though I wish they'd keep it in the month of December and honor the Halloweentown Accords.) But I wish there was a little more social acknowledgement of how the pressure to be happy can lead to people feeling worse.

It still hurts! But I made progress today. I always feel tired afterwards, though. Ugh.

There are limits as to how much I can dress up for Halloween IRL. But there are no such limits in the realm of imagination and art.

Art by ValeskArt! https://www.furaffinity.net/view/40235238/