Arrived 10 minutes early and felt kind of weird. I find that sometimes I think about things I could tell other people about my life that would be real and vulnerable -- like how stressful my life has been recently with flea cleaning, my sister's constant downer mood due to stuff blowing up at her abusive job even more than usual, my mom telling us she was going to visit only 2 weeks ahead and then flaking on us a few days before, my dad visiting in May, the 4th cat we're supposed to be gaining whose owner kept flaking on us for like the past four weekends -- but when it comes down to it, I just don't because it feels like it's maybe going too far. The book this month was Enemy Feminisms by Sophie Lewis, and I only finished reading half of it before I gave up because of all the aforementioned stressors. The discussion was surprisingly on topic this time, maybe because there wasn't a lot to discuss, and we randomly had 5 new people for a total of like 16. Most notably was someone I'll…
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