Just to make sure I wasn't crazy about a term, I looked it up.
Yeah, I get it.
I need a day to sit with my raw nerves and soothe them and kiss what parts of self I can reach and remind myself that what I'm doing _is_ Work, even if the form of its manifestation in the world isn't flashy or showy. It's investing in my own well-being and my own sense of self. The byproducts of that self-reification are the stories I weave, and those stories have touched people and made lasting changes in the world.
Respect
Stop trying to appease people who intentionally take your words out of context. Stop trying to make peace with people who deliberately misconstrue what you say for personal gain. Stop trying to find common ground with people who've made it clear they're spoiling for a fight.
Call them out for their tactics and do what you were going to do anyway.
tfw
Cinnabar -- salt of mercury sulfide -- is hard to buy, toxic in powdered form, and expensive. It's the right tool and if I had all the spare time in the world and capitalism were a solved problem it'd be worth considering. I have to balance the practical with the effective.
I still want some. I just probably can't afford to use it in absolutely everything, for a variety of reasons.
mental health, weird shit
@body@mastodon.social A woman whose voice I don't know but whose identity as "Mistress" seized me in the middle of a deep trance, corrected my performance, reminded me of the value of scheduling, and proceeded to spend the day instructing me on my paracosm's cosmology, cosmogony, and natural philosophy. I'm apparently late for my second-form dissertation. I got an extension today.
I doubt you have too much to worry about.
Account inactive -- moved to weirder.earth