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I keep thinking about new year's resolutions, but as per usual, I think I'll wait until my birthday to truly delve into them.

I'm sitting at Porter Square Books, peoplewatching and waiting for therapy. There's an incredibly annoying woman expounding upon how awesome she is, which includes both her GPA and her mortgage rates and her voice is apparently at exactly the right register that I cannot tune her out.

I'm feeling like the project of therapy is too big. I've got this carefully, carefully balanced set of neuroses and coping mechanisms, and I feel like if I pull any one piece out, the whole things going to collapse. And I'm crap at Jenga. And I'm not really certain what this iteration of therapy is going to be about. I wanted it originally to be about getting a mastectomy, but the initial run up seems to be more about me talking about all my vaguely disassociative traits and how people puzzle and scare me.

I want to whittle my to-read list down, take all of the things that have been on it for more than a year off, but I somehow feel like it's sacrosanct, that the only way I can take things off of them is if I've actually read them.

So, instead, meme.

If I were a month, I'd be October
If I were a day of the week, I'd be Tuesday
If I were a time of day, I'd be 6pm
If I were a planet, I'd be Pluto
If I were a animal, I'd be an koala bear
If I were a direction, I'd be northnortheast
If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be an end table
If I were a liquid, I'd be ginger beer
If I were a gemstone, I'd be a garnet
If I were a tree, I'd be a conifer
If I were a tool, I'd be the wrong size hex key
If I were a flower, I'd be an iris
If I were a kind of weather, I'd be fog
If I were a musical instrument, I'd be a mandolin
If I were a color, I’d be dusty purple
If I were an emotion, I'd be smug with a tinge of regret
If I were a fruit, I'd be a fig
If I were a sound, I'd be a purr
If I were an element, I'd be earth
If I were an element, I'd be lead
If I were a car, I'd be electric
If I were a food, I'd be honey
If I were a place, I'd be a beach
If I were a material, I'd be widewaled corduroy
If I were a taste, I'd be bitter
If I were a scent, I'd be dusty books

(no subject)

I keep thinking about new year's resolutions, but as per usual, I think I'll wait until my birthday to truly delve into them.

I'm sitting at Porter Square Books, peoplewatching and waiting for therapy. There's an incredibly annoying woman expounding upon how awesome she is, which includes both her GPA and her mortgage rates and her voice is apparently at exactly the right register that I cannot tune her out.

I'm feeling like the project of therapy is too big. I've got this carefully, carefully balanced set of neuroses and coping mechanisms, and I feel like if I pull any one piece out, the whole things going to collapse. And I'm crap at Jenga. And I'm not really certain what this iteration of therapy is going to be about. I wanted it originally to be about getting a mastectomy, but the initial run up seems to be more about me talking about all my vaguely disassociative traits and how people puzzle and scare me.

I want to whittle my to-read list down, take all of the things that have been on it for more than a year off, but I somehow feel like it's sacrosanct, that the only way I can take things off of them is if I've actually read them.

So, instead, meme.

If I were a month, I'd be October
If I were a day of the week, I'd be Tuesday
If I were a time of day, I'd be 6pm
If I were a planet, I'd be Pluto
If I were a animal, I'd be an koala bear
If I were a direction, I'd be northnortheast
If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be an end table
If I were a liquid, I'd be ginger beer
If I were a gemstone, I'd be a garnet
If I were a tree, I'd be a conifer
If I were a tool, I'd be the wrong size hex key
If I were a flower, I'd be an iris
If I were a kind of weather, I'd be fog
If I were a musical instrument, I'd be a mandolin
If I were a color, I’d be dusty purple
If I were an emotion, I'd be smug with a tinge of regret
If I were a fruit, I'd be a fig
If I were a sound, I'd be a purr
If I were an element, I'd be earth
If I were an element, I'd be lead
If I were a car, I'd be electric
If I were a food, I'd be honey
If I were a place, I'd be a beach
If I were a material, I'd be widewaled corduroy
If I were a taste, I'd be bitter
If I were a scent, I'd be dusty books