It snowed all day and it’s still snowing now. We had a brief reprieve, but it’s supposed to continue through tomorrow. I love it. It looks pretty through a window. I went out in it very briefly to pick up a package at the office. They haven’t plowed yet, so I went slowly and pumped my breaks. I slid a little, but nothing startling. I know how to drive in snowy weather. The last I checked, there had been 71 car accidents, and that was 5 hours ago. This happens every year. The first few snowfalls cause massive amounts of fender benders, and then people remember that snow requires slowing down.
I got the gym to myself for the last 2 mornings. The cute guy went swimming instead of weights. I know you’re not supposed to lift every day to allow your body to heal, so I’m thinking he’ll be there tomorrow. We’ll see. I do like having the gym to myself, though. I turn off all the TV’s that people leave on all night, (eyeroll). Then I put on my headphones and rock out while I run. I know they leak sound, but the treadmill probably drowns it out. I don’t wear my Grado’s in the gym because they leak a lot. I use my Audio Technica M50x’s because they have interchangeable velour ear cups.
My slip over studs for my running shoes turned out to be crap. I lost half of the traction pegs the first time I used them. I can get replacements, but I didn’t realize they were disposable. Poor engineering. The snow is too deep to run now, because I can’t see the ground, and that can be super dangerous. I even tripped when going to get my package earlier. The Voice was really good tonight. I also liked the first 2 episodes of the new show with America Ferrera. They showed a Force Awakens commercial. Bonus.
I played hashtag games a few times, and noticed some that one of my followers was posting. They were basically her admitting things about her upbringing that broke my heart. Hashtag games can be a safe way to empty the ghosts out of a closet. The overall goal is to be funny, but sometimes being honest is better. I let her know that I was reading them, and that I could see that she was being honest, and sent her hugs. She admitted it was mostly true, and put a link to her blog. I went and read it. It explained a lot of what she was tweeting. I felt bad that I told her I hated her parents, because she lost her Dad at a young age. I couldn’t apologize for it though, because it’s still true.
I saved the link after reading several entries. She takes Prozac too. She also mentioned having a sociopathic older sister. I wanted to say hey I have a sociopathic older sister too! But then I thought about it, and figured that it’s not something to high five over. I stopped reading after that because it’s too close to sleep time, and I was afraid of coming across something that might trigger me. One thing that seems to separate me from others with similar issues surrounding depression and childhood trauma, is how they react. Heather reacted the way she did. Everyone I have read about did too. The promiscuity and drug abuse. I don’t know why I never turned to either. Maybe it’s because I’m autistic. I’m glad I didn’t, of course.
It was nice to feel a connection with her. She’s super funny in hashtag games. On her blog too. I’ll read the rest tomorrow.