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Oct. 3rd, 2018 08:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stormdogFor no apparent reason, I was moving slowly and feeling worn-out this morning. I even went to bed a little early last night. My ride in was slow, even in warm enough weather for a t-shirt and no vest, but I left a little early (because I ate leftover pizza instead of assembling a bowl of cereal) so I arrived at the usual time.
I'm doing something more complicated than a ponytail with my hair at work lately. I collect the hair straight back from my temples into one elastic, then combine that tail with the hair below into another tail with a scrunchy, and then add a third scrunchy at the base of my neck. I like the way it looks in the mirror, though I haven't managed to see the back of my head straight on. I have all this hair, and I'm tired of not doing anything pretty or interesting with it.
I'm so mentally lethargic today...
The director of my library is having a staff party at her place this coming weekend. I want to wear something similar to my outfit for my Sunday date with Miriam, but I am terrified of doing so. I don't know what I'll end up wearing, but reminding myself that challenging gender expectations is an inherently political action that other people can benefit from has been helping make that kind of expression manageable in a lot more circumstances than in the past.
You may remember my co-worker who was subjected to an attempted mugging a little while back. Last weekend a friend of his was shot and killed in Rogers Park for unknown reasons. His wallet was still on him, and his two small dogs were still there when he was found, which adds even more heartbreak. The murdered man's husband isn't in a very good position to deal with this (as if one ever could be). The co-worker, who lives in the area, can't help but wonder if, given his vision problems, he's just going to end up housebound and living in fear. Said co-worker is also coming to terms with the fact that he needs to leave the library and apply for disability.
I guess the world has always been this fucked up and I hadn't really noticed. I guess I'd been kind of insulated in a lot of ways.
I'm doing something more complicated than a ponytail with my hair at work lately. I collect the hair straight back from my temples into one elastic, then combine that tail with the hair below into another tail with a scrunchy, and then add a third scrunchy at the base of my neck. I like the way it looks in the mirror, though I haven't managed to see the back of my head straight on. I have all this hair, and I'm tired of not doing anything pretty or interesting with it.
I'm so mentally lethargic today...
The director of my library is having a staff party at her place this coming weekend. I want to wear something similar to my outfit for my Sunday date with Miriam, but I am terrified of doing so. I don't know what I'll end up wearing, but reminding myself that challenging gender expectations is an inherently political action that other people can benefit from has been helping make that kind of expression manageable in a lot more circumstances than in the past.
You may remember my co-worker who was subjected to an attempted mugging a little while back. Last weekend a friend of his was shot and killed in Rogers Park for unknown reasons. His wallet was still on him, and his two small dogs were still there when he was found, which adds even more heartbreak. The murdered man's husband isn't in a very good position to deal with this (as if one ever could be). The co-worker, who lives in the area, can't help but wonder if, given his vision problems, he's just going to end up housebound and living in fear. Said co-worker is also coming to terms with the fact that he needs to leave the library and apply for disability.
I guess the world has always been this fucked up and I hadn't really noticed. I guess I'd been kind of insulated in a lot of ways.
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Date: 2018-10-03 02:07 pm (UTC)