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Yes indeed. Went grocery shopping today and saw a man wearing a rainbow tutu over a spandex tie-dye body suit doing the same. Just casually picking out apples in the produce section, totally serene. I’m sure I probably swerved around some oblivious Cal student on the way home. Favorite part about this spot is the abundance of neighbor cats.
My Little Pony Convention 2013 Highlights
This video is a national treasure.
the most awkward video in the history of every single video ever
That was physically painful.
—Ian Stansel (“Finding the Essential in the Literary Midwest,” Ploughshares)
Right now I feel this, and I sort of hate that I feel this. On my drive to work I can see the Golden Gate Bridge stretching across the bay. My office all but borders the ocean and if you take a ten minute drive up into the Berkeley hills you can choose between loosing yourself in a dense redwood forest or getting gobsmacked by the high-up view of San Francisco/Oakland/the hills of Marin/the Pacific. It’s all there, stretched out in front of you.
All this and yet when my boyfriend tells me he’a seriously considering grad school in Madison, Wisconsin, my reaction isn’t negative. It’s the opposite. It’s “Yes! Wisconsin!” Over New York. Over Boston. Over right here in SF proper.
Two things, of course. The possibility of moving with Chris isn’t far fetched, but we both realize a year is a long time, and that things can change. I also have not experienced Midwest winter since last Christmas, and am probably blocking the memory. There is a very real chance that I will go home and freeze my ass off, and find that my love for California has been restored upon return to 60 degrees in January.
I have not missed apartment hunting, that’s for sure.
The “kind of” denotes doing the same job on a freelance basis as opposed to full time, but I’ll take it. Pay is ok and there is free coffee and instead of interacting with customers I can interact with Adobe programs and doodles, i.e. ideal.
Anyway, I think we can all agree that the year after college is tough, and mainly consists of fucking up repeatedly until you (accidentally?) stumble into something that works. And even then it usually only kind of works and you try to move on while crying a lot.
Anyway I’m going to enjoy my small snippet of good news with my lunch. Keep on truckin’ friends.
Hey guys do you want to know how high my angst quotient is currently? I woke up with this song lodged in my head. I’m typing to it. I’m waiting on a phone call and/or email about a job. Things could either instantly improve or they could get worse, depending on the news. I am crawling out of my skin, nervous about the outcome. Nothing went wrong, I aced the two interviews I had, I live nearby, I have 99% of the necessary skills, but that’s been true for every other opportunity I felt good about and optimism is clearly not a good barometer.
My boyfriend told me to exercise. “It relieves stress. Always.” He’s trying to be helpful, I know, Maybe exercising helps for people who are good at exercise, but I’m just so bad at it. I can’t go do things I’m bad at when I’m anxious. It just adds to the overall feeling of ineptitude. Drawing helps more. Writing helps more. These activities that require nothing but the movement of my right hand and my mind. I write encouraging messages to myself and add flourishes, kern the letters, adjust the stress points, but it doesn’t really make me believe them any more than I would otherwise.
I thought about making a new Tumblr, one that doesn’t have four years of college upchuck in the archives, but then I guess then I’m just another anonymous sad person based in San Francisco with an internet connection, writing long-form things about the injustice of “artisan toast”. Ugh.
I’m going to go bury my face in the neighbor cat and stress bake.
boyfrand as a cat
It’s so true.