Today has been awesome. I got 3 hours of continuous sleep. Yay! No nightmares. Shoutout to estrella1982 for suggesting I look into lucid dreaming. It’s fascinating, and I’ll absolutely be utilizing the technique. I started my dosage change today. Prozac has a long half life, so it’ll be about a month before the change takes effect. It helps that I run because it requires me to remain well hydrated, and helps flush toxins out of my body faster.
I followed a woman on Twitter recently, and have discovered that I struck pure gold. She’s beautiful, kind, and makes Vines that encourage people to be loving and accepting. Plus she’s a cat lady. Gold. I got my responses back from Twitter regarding the racist harassment I endured a few days ago. They basically praised their own concern for preventing harassment on the site for the first half of the email, and then told me that they didn’t find anything they consider harassment in the screen shots I sent in my reports. I have since perused their rules regarding harassment, and discovered that unless someone directly threatens to kill you, or commit suicide, they don’t care. So I wasn’t surprised by their email.
I accept that this is their stance on the topic. I’ve decided to continue utilizing the site with my more thorough understanding of the role they’re willing to take in keeping the site safe in their view. Logic is easy to accept. I’ll utilize the block feature more readily in the future, should I encounter such hatefulness and racism. It’s the perfect tool to assist me in protecting myself. For some reason, in the instance I reported, I had to block the person twice before it took effect. It could be that I double clicked the option rather than a single click. I’ve done that with favoriting before.
I would like a more tactile option. Like a huge red button mounted on the wall that I could whack with a purpose when encountering such unpleasantness. But instead, I’ll just visualize it. I’m not playing in the hashtag games today. They are tags that encourage gore and violence. Not my thing. I know it’s not literal, but it’s still disturbing. Heroes Reborn is on tonight. I hope I can pay attention. I missed The Big Bang Theory on Monday because I was having sensory overload issues. Heroes Reborn is one of those shows that is right at the limit of what I can handle as far as violence and suspense. I wish I could read it first. Same with Minority Report.
I’m presently reading, The Cycle of Arawn trilogy, by Edward W. Robertson. It’s a fantasy series. I’m liking it so far. After that I have a new book by Amanda Palmer titled, The Art of Asking. It was recommended by a friend on Twitter who’s awesome. Every day she shares links to fascinating stuff. Whenever I’m waiting for code to compile or content to render, I pop over to check my feed. A few times, I’ve gotten absorbed in the hashtag games and spent more time than I should have goofing off.
I make up for it on the weekends, when I allow myself to hyper focus on my projects. Allowing 2 days per week to let myself become completely absorbed in what I’m doing has been the best way to avoid meltdowns that I’ve discovered so far. Aside from my cat, no interruptions are heeded. I live for weekends. I’ve been so much more social now that I’m paying attention to Twitter. It’s hard. Even though it’s mostly reading, it still can overwhelm me. Today, someone I follow changed their avatar. It really threw me. I took a moment to stim and collect myself, and then forced myself to respond to it in the most positive manner I could muster. She acknowledged my response, and mentioned she may put it back how it was in the future. I felt relief at the prospect.
I’ve unfollowed a few people who change their avatar like most people change their undergarments. I don’t understand why someone would do that. It’s like changing your face. It’s really upsetting. But I’ve learned not to expect people to understand this. Sassafrantz is the only one that doesn’t rattle me when she does this. It’s not often, and she keeps tweets the photo of her new avatar when she changes it, and keeps the former one in her photo timeline. That helps.
I can tell I’m still a little loopy from sleep deprivation. My mind is all over the place hahaha. My cat was so funny this morning. I was laying on the floor beside her after my run. I started to sit up to do my stretching, and she got so offended. She made a loud, very long meow sound, and then hit me on the arm with her paw. I don’t know what I did wrong that offended her, but it made me laugh really hard. I guess she wasn’t ready for me to start moving again. I apologized to her and then praised her for a bit while stroking her cheeks. She settled, and I carried on. So funny! I think my cat is autistic too. Here she is falling asleep on her Flintstones/Jetsons quilt I made her.