The fourth and fifth day of happiness...
Continuing on from the meme passed on by ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
aesmael ...
PREVIOUSLY:
*cue dramatic music*
"As" "what" "the" "if" "said" "when" "first" "kismet" "why?"
And now, the fourth and fifth gripping installment of the happiness meme:
No points for guessing, but I've still been talking tozootyzoot every day. I can't help it! He's a part of my life now and I wouldn't have it any other way! Besides, a day just doesn't feel right without talking to him for at least a few hours.
He makes me very happy, just by existing, and even though I worry about him killing his sleeping pattern just because he wants to keep talking (and secretly I want him to as well) and get frustrated, I wouldn't change it. Somehow the way he does it is remarkably sweet.
Ugh! Yeah, I've fallen for him. He can do no wrong, my hero, etc.
Yesterday I was taken out by Spare Mum (aka Lucian's Mum, aka Margaret) to go shopping for my Christmas present. Lip gloss, eye shadow and lots and lots of purple. It's not often I do something that girly, but it was hella-fun. (I'm bringing hella back. I'm sure somebody will take issue with this.)
While I don't have much to say about that, I was absolutely blown away by the fact that I spent so much time away from home in places I've never been, some of which were very, very crowded, and my anxiety only spiked once. There was some laughter somewhere as I was walking, and I'm pretty sure it wasn't at me, but I was nervous all the same and managed to quell it.
So, yeah, the therapy is working! I'm slowly getting better!
Also, today I got a phone call from my Aunty Maree inviting me over for Christmas. The thought in and of itself of spending time with the born again half of my family terrifies me somewhat, but I know they're not the same kind of people my father is (eg. they have hearts and souls.) While I'm sure there will be some conflict over gender stuff, and I will be scared of some of the questions, I'm sure they'll be nice and I'll get out of it alive.
Scary as it is, I'm glad that I've committed to it. Christmas with my family... at least my father won't be there. He's at odds with my uncle and while in the past I've not taken sides I've decided to step off the fence and get to know some people I deem worthy of my time.
So there. More happy stuff! YAY!
aesmael ...PREVIOUSLY:
*cue dramatic music*
"As" "what" "the" "if" "said" "when" "first" "kismet" "why?"
And now, the fourth and fifth gripping installment of the happiness meme:
No points for guessing, but I've still been talking to
zootyzoot every day. I can't help it! He's a part of my life now and I wouldn't have it any other way! Besides, a day just doesn't feel right without talking to him for at least a few hours.He makes me very happy, just by existing, and even though I worry about him killing his sleeping pattern just because he wants to keep talking (and secretly I want him to as well) and get frustrated, I wouldn't change it. Somehow the way he does it is remarkably sweet.
Ugh! Yeah, I've fallen for him. He can do no wrong, my hero, etc.
Yesterday I was taken out by Spare Mum (aka Lucian's Mum, aka Margaret) to go shopping for my Christmas present. Lip gloss, eye shadow and lots and lots of purple. It's not often I do something that girly, but it was hella-fun. (I'm bringing hella back. I'm sure somebody will take issue with this.)
While I don't have much to say about that, I was absolutely blown away by the fact that I spent so much time away from home in places I've never been, some of which were very, very crowded, and my anxiety only spiked once. There was some laughter somewhere as I was walking, and I'm pretty sure it wasn't at me, but I was nervous all the same and managed to quell it.
So, yeah, the therapy is working! I'm slowly getting better!
Also, today I got a phone call from my Aunty Maree inviting me over for Christmas. The thought in and of itself of spending time with the born again half of my family terrifies me somewhat, but I know they're not the same kind of people my father is (eg. they have hearts and souls.) While I'm sure there will be some conflict over gender stuff, and I will be scared of some of the questions, I'm sure they'll be nice and I'll get out of it alive.
Scary as it is, I'm glad that I've committed to it. Christmas with my family... at least my father won't be there. He's at odds with my uncle and while in the past I've not taken sides I've decided to step off the fence and get to know some people I deem worthy of my time.
So there. More happy stuff! YAY!
