u/burnedimage

I was talking to a friend of mine who recently got married. Her husband had to convert to Judaism in order for them to be married. Had friends do similar things with Catholicism. Their spouses don't actually believe in their new converted faith. I find this ironic because twice in the Bible (Exodus 20:2-17 and Deuteronomy 5:6-21) people are instructed not to lie. I personally think that established religion does way more harm than good and has absolutely absurd rules. But I wondered if anyone else found this disingenuous and ironic.

I've been a raging Dead Milkmen fan since the 80s. He doesn't get it. I get I named my kid after an unstable and untalented bassist who might or might not have killed his girlfriend. I just wish she could have witnessed the 1980s. When we were at peak! Are Liberty spikes smell like rotten eggs and old beer. We actually did beat up Nazis. Different times yo!

I was tasked with doing anger management. And one day the guy came in (court ordered). Well over six feet tall. Long blonde hair. Just sitting in the corner. I don't do correct anger management. Actually teach people how to manage their anger! So we're doing yoga to a Tool song. (Which by the way you can do the entire sequence of ashtanga vinyasa yoga to 46 and 2). This dude got up and started doing yoga. I quit that job because the (fuck that place ) was The deepest level of hell for peers. One of my coworkers jumped off the roof and DIED.

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12 years later, he is my best friend. We have a podcast! I don't work in peer services anymore. I write grants. Just chilling and writing.

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I married a coworker. We own a house. He's since gotten a PhD in social work (I wrote his entire dissertation). I have an organic garden.

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We rescue pitbulls. Cats. The cats are more of our son thing. He fucking loves cats. Sometimes cats just appear in our house. We also have a hawk. That's a long story. Mockingbird?

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I went from peer services to running an animal sanctuary inside of my house and writing grants.

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You're welcome

Like.... I love you. I don't like you. Menopause took my words. So I'm out here saying crazy shit like "better mind yourself homie put on deodorant." I have a degree in English. I woke up and said "goddamitmutherfuckersonofabitch."

This morning I made a pot of coffee. There are six different cups of coffee throughout my house. I went into the bathroom and forgot that I needed to pee! We're having thunderstorms so I had to give my dogs their trazodone. In the process of doing that I started rearranging the medicine cabinet. Then I remembered that I needed to pee. So I went to the bathroom. But I forgot that I needed to pee because I remembered that I needed to bring out the trash. Remember that it's raining. So in the process of bringing out the trash, I decided that I needed to move all of my patio plants out into the rain so that they could get some water. (Still haven't peed). I also still have not had any coffee. The coffee pot is still on! It's empty! So I go in search of coffee cups. On my search for coffee cups I remembered that I needed to pee. So I did accomplish that. In the process of accomplishing this simple task of emptying my bladder I noticed that I did not like the shower curtain anymore. So then I go to the living room and get my laptop so that I can order a new shower curtain. I did not accomplish that. Instead I bought a new journal and pens.

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Y'all.... We don't want to be this way. It's not fun for us. I know it's not fun for our partners and families. Every time I stand up it becomes a choose your own adventure.

I took a nap. It's nap weather. I dreamed that POPE JOHN PAUL II was chocking me while my "mother" held my feet. I came out of that nap like I was a serial killer. Went completely sideways on my son. Telling him that he can't go ANYWHERE without me personally supervising. (He's 13 and 6'2") Then quietly started dinner. There's a terrible history with me and abuse by "the church." My partner figured out what was happening in .005 seconds.

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I'm married to a therapist. (Dude on the job for free). He gently told me my brain is purging. I'm okay. But keep your kids safe.

Because we've been out of fuck forever. My son touched the air conditioning in my car. It's 46° in my car. I would have it colder if I could. It's so cold in my house that there is ice forming on the window. I'm in Texas. What the f**k happened? I have 8 F***ing fans. What is that smell? Remember when we slept through the night.... Ya.... Me neither..... I'm up at 2: I7am covered in sweat. I'm about to be a problem.

Today is my son's graduation. I woke him up, and he said "NO. it's a cramped colosseum of confusion. It smells weird and I want to stay home and eat chicken nuggets."

As a person with autism myself, I just said that we can stay home. It's not that important. This is just a ceremony. Rest homie.