My god it’s frustrating dealing with someone who wants to help so bad but only wants to help on their terms.
Here I am, trying to assist them to fulfil their need of helping others – ask how they would like to be helped. But it’s no good – ‘they didn’t want my unsolicited help so I am the victim with unmet needs now’.

I have a bit of a martyr complex myself – could just be the Aries Rising get shit done – but fuck sake if I’ve learned I can only guide those who are interested in self growth.
Oh you see your toxic patterns? Great! I can help you. Me pointing out your toxic patterns doesn’t bode so well.

This is why I never became a nutritionist and why I probably won’t formally study psychology. Fuck seeing something that needs to be dealt with but the people refuse to take action themselves.

Time to run away to the woods instead.

Tomorrow is the last day in Tas!

The kitchen box is jammed full and I simply can’t wait to pick up the 2nd box to offer some relief.
“Do you like such and such”? Yes I like it, but can I fit it in? Do I need it? No.
Subjectivity. Something some people don’t understand, apparently.

I’ve packed my case and I’m starting to think I will cull some stuff. It’s fine to have a surplus of dry food, but clothes… I can just find a washing machine every week or so. I don’t want to have a stock of clothes I don’t wear. The point of this is to live lean.

Sure, there are ‘nice to haves’ if I end up getting a sharehouse or whatever, but really?

I’ve got ‘I’m gonna live on the Gold Coast’ and ‘I’m gonna travel to Winton’ fighting to the death in my mind. I’ll keep ya posted on who wins.

The Social Media Detox has gone terribly and I’m back on, but it honestly feels like a prison. An obligation. There’s literally nothing of interest on there and I don’t want to be on there, but I have to wait another 4 days until I can deactivate again.
The funny thing is I go on to see if anyone has messaged me, then I’m like – hang on I don’t want to talk to someone right now.
The stupid way we’ve trained our brains!!!

For some reason I have 2 reddit accounts and I’ve ended up signing into the one I haven’t used for about a year. The climate over there is so different – Arctic Monkey subs and heaps of fun chat.
The other one was Jimny subs, Townsville and random Aus shit.

I’m learning I’m actually not that interested in the collective opinion of things. Maybe because other peoples opinions have always been forced down my throat

This is so entertaining for me, because I love brainless fandom talk. Especially if I have no irl boys to waste my mental energy thinking about, I will switch to Alex Turner. Sigh. Michael Hutchence. Sigh.
Come on, I’m not 20 anymore.

Lol because when I was 20, I used to spend my evenings watching music videos and dreaming my life away with these musicians. I must have pissed off my ex.

I actually fucking love FWN but also I feel like it’s a regression to go back to listening to those albums. Like, they were amazing when I was 24, 25 but now I am more into the slow, surfy, folk music and I think that’s okay.
The upbeat energy in AMs early stuff makes me want to go out and party but, I don’t even drink.
I would be a senior at the club.

I’ve been thinking about the drink a bit lately, but I need to remember alcohol is a depressant and if I so happen to not be depressed at the time I’m drinking it, I certainly will be the next day.
I wish I could do shit without wandering what the motivator behind it is, but I guess this is evolution. (evolved).

I started reading Lucy Sullivan Is Getting Married. (got it from the tip ship for free, love). I adore Marian Keyes and her 700 page books. Especially those from the 90s.

I fucking love Irish and English references: ‘mammy’ ‘what are you like’.

The escapism is real.

Who needs friends when you have your 700 page books?