It's a Girl Thing

[robling_t]

I've done some spring cleaning on the flist of late, weeding out deleted LJs and dead comms, and decided while I was about it to trim some journals that don't seem to be active as such anymore in whatever capacity originally led me to follow them. And now I have this horrible feeling of waiting for the other shoe to drop, as if the people I've cut will come roaring in and... what? I'm not entirely sure; yell at me, maybe, demand that it's not my place to say who deserves my attention. Which is exceedingly weird, yeah. And looks a hell of a lot like my childhood, only being noticed when I was inconveniencing someone who wanted an obedient audience. Big fat brainweasel here, apparently. I'm pretty sure that at least one of the bows it's wearing is pink, because it's visibly some relation to "little girls only exist to be of service to everyone but themselves", but a couple more are plaid, like "why do you have to inflict your ADHD on me like this?" and "oh did we pull away the football as you ran again?". It's quite festive, for a Brainweasel.

And no, dressing my Issues in metaphorical party-clothes doesn't make me want to punch the school system any less.

(Also, feeling like because this is what's going on with me and this is what I need isn't a valid reason for me to do anything? Is tiring. Very, very tiring. And I wish I could catch that Brainweasel to put it out of its misery...)