"But how are you REALLY?"
You know... I'm okay.
Peg's been gracious beyond belief about me landing in her lap like this. We're actually having a pretty good time-- a little edgy, but nothing that can't be easily sublimated into predator-prey relationships. *blush*
Anxiety has been a little crazy still. Lots of self-blame and lots of worry about the future. I feel like I've lost a few layers of personality, reverted to a lot of the habits of 20-year-old me.
"But how are you REALLY?"
I mean, that ain't so bad. I had friends and a social life and a partner at 20. I was just compulsive, reclusive, and a little scared of everybody.
NTM, it was a hell of a lot easier to get away with that personality when I was 20 and still arguably looked *good* in PVC stockings. :p
I feel old, I feel old. I shall wear the black and red leopard-print rubber leggings of my fursuit rolled. :p
"But how are you REALLY?"
I'm also finding myself a little bit scared of both work and Parallax again, and that's been making it hard to be productive. They're not that bad, really, but they've both gotten just complicated enough for me to second-guess myself.
Work's involved a lot more writing and a lot more social navigation than usual. Parallax is all dealing with (really good <3 ) criticism and making plots make internal sense. It's not awful but I feel all stuck.
"But how are you REALLY?"
Notwithstanding the previous, I'm doing just fine. Just wanted to get it out of my system! Will probably be ready to deal with a social calendar again fairly soon. :)
