sorcyress: Picture of a smiling tampon with the phrase "Girls: We're so emo we don't even NEED to cut ourselves" (Emo-period)
So.

I am the queen idiot.

Which is all just to say, I was distracted last night, and forgot to lock up Elanor, my darling, my baby, my fine little hybrid bicycle.

Needless to say, she is pretty thoroughly fucking gone now. By all accounts, it is unlikely I ever see her again. Yes, I have been to the police1, yes I've given her info to Ace Wheelworks (and will give her info to whatever other bike/pawn shops I can find in the area), yes I will keep looking forlornly at Craigslist, no I really don't think I'm getting her back.

Really really expensive mistake. I do not use the phrase "queen idiot" lightly.

So the plus side for today is that Brenton is moving2 and has a somewhat beaten up hybridish bike that he doesn't really want to fix or move. Cue me frantically throwing money at him and dragging it down to Ace to get the tires filled, and once I get the seat post down to a level where I can actually reach the pedals (hahaha, Sorcy is short), I have the important part of a bicycle, which is to say a device that lets me get from point A to point B faster than walking. With a little work, maybe I'll even be able to move cargo on it.

And the other plus side is that I mostly haven't burst into tears3, and I feel completely drained and empty and utterly cynical about humanity in a way I despise, but then again, I have been Evil lately, and so maybe this is my due. That's not really a plus side, is it. 'msorry, I am not currently good at "optimism", check back later.

So, I feel horrendous and cannot wait to be out of this fuckall sinkhole that is my life and into something that actually lets me catch a break once in a while. But hey, stress is a brilliant motivator, it makes it even easier to get things done than my meds do. So I'll work on cleaning my room and getting some job stuff done and maybe check the three weeks of backlogged e-mails I haven't responded to or something.

Or maybe I'll lie on the floor and stare at the ceiling and try to figure out how to stop being a dumbass, not that I expect to make any more progress on that then I have on anything else this summer.

Hope your day sucks less than mine.

~Sor
MOOP!

1: Who were impressed with how organized I was --I was able to hand them a picture, with serial number, bike information, and my contact info written on it.

2: I mean, the fact that he is moving is not a plus side. That bit makes me sad, although I am going to help him drive cross country, which is going to rock, and he is going to be with people who will make sure he is happy and fed, which double-rocks. But still!

3: Instead, I spent a little bit of time lying on the floor staring at the ceiling until Sparr (god bless knowing real adults who are able to come over and give me talkdowns and drive me to the police station) chided me into getting moving, and then after I'd done most of what there is for me to do, I spent like an hour fucking around on my phone playing minesweeper. I'm not sure this is really better than bursting into tears, but at least it doesn't result in me looking hideous or having a brutal headache.
sorcyress: Picture of a smiling tampon with the phrase "Girls: We're so emo we don't even NEED to cut ourselves" (Emo-period)
Disclaimer: This is an angry Sor post. I have specifically not called out the person who made me angry, because maybe he's still a friend. But holy shit, can I not deal with him in any way less passive aggressive than posting in here right now.

I did not do the intelligent thing and sit for a few days, or get someone to read this over. Because sometimes the fastest way to let someone know how much they hurt you is to get very very angry at them.


Some days, it really fucking sucks to be a girl1.

Because OH-EMM-GEE! You like, get your period, and it like totally ruins the super-cool white pants you bought on sale last week at Macy's, and your boyfriend was all like makin' out with Cyndie, and ew, she is like such a tramp and so you're so done with that asshole, god, he never called anyways.

Yeah. Right.

Or maybe it's because the world is insidious and subtle, and you've been raised in it, and even though you're trying so damn hard to get a handle on all the internalized misogyny you've been carting around for the last twenty years, there's always more.

And so when you get into an argument about sexism, you have to have it patiently explained to you that maybe the right solution to this problem is to get some nice men involved, to solve it all. And no, there are no women who could possibly fix it instead. Men only.

And it's being told you're having an emotional response, and silly little thing, the emotional response isn't what we're looking at here, we're looking at the practical solution. And it's remembering every insidious thing anyone has ever implied about how females are so terribly emotional, and it's such a bad thing.

(And it's crying for ten minutes after everything is done with, with pure unadulterated rage, and part of the rage is sheer hatred for yourself for being so utterly unreasonable as to have an emotional response to someone hurting you. Because society says that that is the so utterly typical female reaction, and that such a reaction is wrong)

And it's starting out the conversation by asking if this is going to make the angry feminist more angry, and having the answer be "no". Because of course, what is there to make a girl mad about, in suggesting a male based solution to a problem primarily concerning females? And it's being mad just right there, because if we're talking about a situation where young girls are having a problem young boys don't, it is almost certainly going to make the angry feminist more angry.

And it's being told that it's okay, the person who suggested this male solution in the first place is a feminist. And she doesn't really seem okay with the solution either, but again, it's the practical solution. And the practical solution is always the right solution, always2! And it's being told that, because she's a feminist, it's absolutely okay, and there is nothing wrong or sexist about this situation.

And it's asking for the conversation to be over, because you're not sure which of the two participants is more likely to be the recipient of physical harm, him or yourself. Because you can't deal with this. Because he's not listening, and you can't put into words all the rage and insecurity and self-loathing that's come from the last two decades from having a vagina and that he and his penis have never had to deal with.

And it's having him continue to argue after that point3. To continue the discussion after you asked in no uncertain terms to end it. Because you're not the important one here. Your request doesn't actually matter in the slightest. Because he still has things to say.

And it's knowing that he's right. You're not the important one here. Your voice doesn't actually matter in the slightest. The men still have things to say.

~Sor
MOOP!

1: It really fucking sucks to be part of any minority group. I'm not trying to devalue anyone else's experience here, I'm just bitching about what's directly affecting me at the moment.

2: Before you argue this point, consider: It is more practical to off people than to pay them social security. Killing them costs less money, and they no longer take up space. Practical solutions and correct solutions do not always go hand in hand.

3: Can I go from angry to fucking furious here? WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?! If someone is talking to you, and they ask to please end the conversation, DO NOT KEEP ON FUCKING ARGUING. Say "Okay, but I'd like to talk about this at a later time" if you have to, and change the goddamn subject. Anything else just says to me that you don't actually respect me enough to listen when I say 'stop'. And I have _big_ fucking problems with people who don't listen when someone says 'stop'.

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