Before moving across the country, I couldn't handle cold very well. I was more than pleased to be boiling hot instead. Since getting back, any temperature extreme seems to suck.
Our apartment is wired like a monkey just shat out the plans for the building and then left someone else to figure it out.
In fact, that is probably what happened.
One outlet in the kitchen, one in the office, and one in the livingroom each have their own circuit breakers. EVERYTHING ELSE shares ONE.
This means that we can't have the air conditioning on in more than two rooms at once, nor can we have any of them on while using the microwave or running the dishwasher, or else the electricity will go out.
As a result, I am typically either melting:
This has led me to feeling sort of panicky for no reason or just ill. This is unfortunate because... Well...
You know those lizards that shoot blood out of their eyes when threatened? (Yeah, it's a thing. Look it up.)
I've always kind of been like one of those. If I'm too stressed mentally or physically, I will get my period even if I just had it.
Now, before this past year of fear and flipping out over foods and such, I never really noticed any extreme hormonal changes during my period. This may have been because I had trained myself to care WAY too much about the welfare of others:
While pretty much ignoring my own needs, no matter how uncomfortable I could get.
Of course, something should be said for the fact that I often couldn't tell if I was really sick or just, you know, how I normally felt all the time anyway.
This led to some problems in cases like The Birthday Bashing. So, after I came home and started feeling everything, this meant that I was hyper aware of my hormonal state too.
Rob figured the best way to see if I was legitimately upset or just hormonal was to have me look at cute things.
Loaf animals are the best for this. A loaf animal is when a rabbit or a cat winds up looking more like a guinea pig:
I actually have another story involving guinea pigs and meatloaf, but that can be for another post.
Cartoons also helped my hormonal state, as well as when I've been freaking out and going into existential panics over my career choice, what I'm going to school for, and what I really would rather be doing but don't think I could make a living doing.
Enter our apartment-mate and My Little Ponies:
Sometimes he dresses like Deadpool.
Rob does his best to fix ALL PROBLEMS EVER even before they are fully explained. This is appreciated to a point. The only issue here is that he is significantly more lovey dovey and romantic than I'm
This hypersensitivity and panic has left me irritable and I worry about putting too much pressure on him. He is possibly in denial, lying to make me feel better, or he honestly just doesn't see me as the flailing weirdo I've become over the past two years. Either way, I need work and he seems to be more than happy to just stand there being overly peppy by my side.
The over sensitive thing goes way beyond just emotional and sometimes physical into simple daily things. My sleep has always been strange due to nightmares, but now the sun is a problem.
One option is to let the black out curtain drop enough that the sunbeam doesn't blind me in the morning:
But, of course, there is always a catch. Putting it down at night in order for it to be there in the morning means that I'm in pitch black darkness. If I go to the bathroom in this, my brain assumes monsters will come climbing out of the mirrors to eat my feet.
Do other adults have cripplingly overactive imaginations or is this some other part of a larger disorder?
Last on this list explains why there have been so many posts about sewing and dresses lately. I've gotten excited because during my latest existential crisis, I remembered that I can sew. Designing costumes came in handy in high school and has helped me in character design. Sculpting with fabric to make stuffed creations has also been a treat. Putting the two together to make wearable things that aren't just altered from previous articles of clothing is terrifying and exciting for me.
Am I going to magically get a job as a fashion designer or seamstress? Could that then launch my painting and cartooning career?
However, I have a bazillion projects I'm working on, both personal and not, and some are drawing based while others involve sewing.
I'm keeping myself busy this Summer before school starts again in September much like some adults start obsessing over sports and fancy cars to avoid thinking about their soul sucking jobs.
For the record, what I'm going to school for will not be boring. It is something I am genuinely interested in, even when I feel like an idiot. I learn things every day and that is thrilling. I have a chance to help others, and that is wonderful.
Unfortunately, my last year of classes before internship comes at a time when I am finally willing to think about myself and be selfish. This is something other people get to do when they are younger, and I was always too afraid to go after what I really wanted. Now I want to... And I feel like it's too late. I'm already on another just as good path and I don't want to start all over again.
...I already have a BA in Art, so it wouldn't really be starting all over...
I worry more about time.
I worry about putting too much time and effort and energy into one side of this coin and having the odds always be on that side. I worry that I'll lose the other or just stretch myself too thin.
Both take effort and energy and I'm not a terribly energetic person.
If I could only choose one, I'd choose Art...
...But that isn't logical. It'll be harder to break into that. Logically, I should do what I am doing and continue Art on the side, hoping that something will magically fall into my lap.
...But that feels like I'm betraying someone important.
And that someone might actually be myself.
So, for now, it's cartoons, loaf animals, sewing like crazy, and trying to figure out what brought me here to begin with.