I just got an email informing me that my Livejournal account will be purged in 3 days and that if I wish to retrieve it, then I need to undelete it. Of course, at this point I’d long forgotten about LJ, but hearing that name brings back nostalgic memories. Good times, man. I loved LJ, the simplicity, the lesser popularity, but it stopped being what I needed it to be. Not to mention that some less-than-desirables were getting ahold of it. RIP, LJ.
This past weekend was fun. I donated blood through Inova on Saturday which opened my eyes to some interesting politics in the blood donation world with Red Cross. I assume, therefore, that given Red Cross’s aggressive campaign for blood donation, that hospitals must pay them for use of the blood, so Inova doing blood drives means they cut out the middle man altogether. It’s true that their phlebotomists seem to be extremely knowledgeable and experienced, but then again maybe it’s because I brought up Red Cross and she was determined to outdo them. Anyways. I rewarded myself with Monster Hunter for the rest of the day. Giving blood doesn’t get me right away, but I end up feeling pretty tired later on and mildly lightheaded. Props to the Inova phlebotomist, though, because I did not have any bruising at all. The dogs begged to go out, so I went out to do the weekly poop pickup lest we end up with yet another Liana-poopie-foot incident. I turned around to see her giving me that begging, mom-can-I-lay-in-the-sun-pleeeeease look, so I set out their beds on the deck. Nothing makes that dog happier than chasing squirrels and sunning herself in the warm grass. I wish more than anything that I could give her what she wants: a yard.
Sunday saw us going to sunrise mass which I actually prefer, but this was brutal because of Daylight Savings Time. I needed to go to it because I required a Certificate of Sponsorship to be a Godmother. Father “Screamer” or “Scissors” as we call him, is a young priest whom I dread having as the officiant of the mass because he has this annoying tendency to have these homilies that are 1) excessively loud, and 2)somewhat dark and negative. I hate them. Not to mention his demeanor too is a know-it-all-let-me-show-you-what-I-can-do-how-much-I-know-I’m-great-at-Latin. I hate showoffs. I’ve had lots of time to dissect his personality and character traits and I’ve concluded that he’s just like Idiot at work. I don’t even know him personally but I already know he’s not someone I can stand being around for long periods of time, because he has no self-confidence. There’s a desperation and strong anxiety in him to be accepted. He wants so much to do well, and it comes at a cost to his individualism. She does this too where because she’s not happy with her own person (as it’s not getting people to like her), so she starts to take on other people’s traits and tries to be other people. It doesn’t work. Well, after mass, I go up to him to ask, and I immediately feel bad when I approach him: he’s standing there looking to shake people’s hands while at the same time looking a bit sad because people keep running off with nary a glance. He lights up when I approach and then there’s the lack of sureness as I start to talk to him, then the relief when it’s just me asking for the sponsorship eligibility. He asks me to wait and I do, then he leads me off to the office to get the paper. The pastor comes out and asks Scissors if he’s OK and if he needs him to take care of it since it’s only 20 minutes before the next mass. Scissors repeats twice that “no no no, he’s got it, he’s got it.” Father Meng then cracks a joke and later I look back and realize that (it’s just the 2 of them here at the church and basically it’s like mentor and mentee) he was trying to make it all less awkward, and he must be fully aware of Scissors’ anxiety and tendency towards overexcitement. He was just trying to defuse it all. I continue to follow as the pastor wanders off, and my own gut tells me that there’s anxiety abound, so I start to make small talk just as I do for my patients to take their mind off and try to place them at ease. He’s still abuzz with excitement that he’s doing this thing and we sit and he’s taking his job super serious now and we fill it out. When we’re done, we say goodbye have a nice day and such and he’s saying the same thing but overdoing it. Everything to the extreme. I felt bad. Like, really bad. That desperation, that anxiety, for people to like him. He lit up instantly and was so super excited that I asked him for something. Those are the type of people I want to help find their self-confidence, but I know that’s a road that is very long and fraught with obstacles. Those are also the type of people that fervently need to learn calm and acceptance. Peace. Be at peace. Know yourself. Let it go. I never said he was a bad person or mean or dumb (unlike Idiot). He’s very intelligent and very nice. Just….chill, man. It’s OK. Not everyone has to like you.
Monster Hunter all day!
Monday was RW time. I’d managed to draw a strip last week, and finally was able to ink and get it into the computer. I really need to do more of it, but the creativity is wandering off and in when it feels like it.
DST made work go by very quickly yesterday even though I was so tired (I’ve been sleep walking, but that’s a story for another time).
Saturday is going to see me attending the Super Pet Expo! I don’t usually bring my dogs, but I dunno….should I this year? I always try to come early so I miss the massive crowd, but then we’ll have to stand in line forever to get in and they hate standing around. We shall see.