I think I’m funny but not sure if anyone else does! Made it a goal to do an open mic before the end of the year but don’t want to insult the space / other performers by abysmally bombing my first ever tight five.
Any space that are more “beginner” / welcoming in NYC?
I [M34] manage my anxiety pretty well, have been in therapy, and on and off some meds with a psych's oversight.
I have a fraught relationship with my parents, and randomly something *terrible* and *recent* they did will pop into my head and I'll take a moment, breath and move on. My coping skills are pretty good, if I do say so myself.
But very often, a silly, singular memory incapacitates me. I have no idea why. I have no idea how to move past it. Essentially, my senior year of high school (class of 2010), I was named section leader of percussion in band (both marching and concert). A sophomore (we'll call him Dan), kept telling everyone he was co-section leader, which he was not. I put a stop to it every time he brought it up.
One morning, I was late to concert band and while I was gone, the teacher handed out parts to our Christmas concert lineup. Part of the section leader's jobs is to assign the parts to members of the section. When I got there, Dan had assigned himself timpanis, which usually is a part taken by the section leader. I asked for the mallets, and he refused, and launched into a tirade about how he was more of a section leader than me (he wasn't), a better drummer (he wasn't), and wasn't giving them back. Instead of standing up for myself, I just chose a different part.
This wasn't something that really bothered me until about 5 ish years ago, when it stuck into my head and gave me a full blown anxiety attack. I'm not sure if it's the fact that I didn't say anything, I'm not sure if it's because I think he's right, and I'm not sure if it's because he probably still to this day thinks of it as "standing up to the man" instead of being a little spoiled brat. I keep replaying all the things I should've said or how I could've acted differently.
Anyways. Does anyone else have something silly like this that bugs them more regularly than it should? If so, how do you move on? I feel almost embarrassed about this, that something so long ago and something so miniscule bugs me to this degree; my dad literally tried to kill me more recently and I've more or less moved on from that.
(Also, full disclosure, decided to post in here because maybe sharing this instead of harboring in embarrassment will help!)
Hi -
I have a 6.5 year old Golden Retriever who is super prone to ear infections. Looking to take her to a vet I can trust won't nickel and dime me for tests she won't need, but is trust worthy to tell me what is necessary. I guess that's the baseline for most vet wants, tbh.
Anyways, if you've had really good experiences with a vet, let me know! Thanks :)
Brains are so silly.
I’m coming off of two weeks where I feel like I’ve really been hitting my stride: I’ve experienced triggers and intrusive thoughts, but have been exceedingly capable of just letting them slide off my back. It’s felt peaceful.
Today, nothing seems to work. Maybe I’m tired. Maybe I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Maybe this is just a bad day. Perhaps the juxtaposition of serene I’ve been feeling to how intense I feel now is only heightening my perception of today.
But my mind is racing and I can’t focus on anything front of me. Every decision I’ve ever made feels like it’s the wrong one. My brain is telling me I’ve failed and my heart is racing in an effort to outpace my thoughts.
I’ll feel better soon, I know that. Maybe even later today, or tomorrow. But sharing helps.
Appreciate y’all.
We see that as soon as Evil Morty exits the CFC, everyone has invented portal travel. But the CFC canonically didn’t exist until Rick was much older - before that you’d expect Earth would be inundated with portal travelers.
Anyways not a big deal. It’s a cartoon. Nothing matters. Etc.