I’m myself again. Aside from insomnia and hot flashes, I don’t detect any more menopause symptoms at this time. I’m so relieved to be feeling better, but I have wasted a lot of time worrying about how I’ll cope when The New and Improved Depression Monster returns. I hate how surprised I am over surviving the last encounter. I should be celebrating the victory and talking shit about how depression is too pathetic to kick my ass.
Instead, I’m still tripping out over how low it’s possible to become so quickly with no warning. It’s how I’ve felt after getting my ass kicked literally. Afterward, I’m shaky and stunned over how weak and vulnerable I am. Everything within me is screaming to find the nearest rock and get the hell under it. Well, almost everything. There’s also a part of me that’s livid and wants a rematch because I’d like nothing better than to take The New and Improved Depression Monster out after a sound and satisfying beat down.
One of my chosen sisters reminded me we’d get through and survive. Another recently faced down the GRE and laughed in its pitiful face while flexing their brilliance. 💪🏽 I have to admit; it makes the idea of hiding under a rock seem a bit sad and silly. And then there’s the fact that Fleetwood Mac is coming to Sioux Falls in 54 days. (!!!) Anyone who knows me knows I’d rather eat worms than miss seeing them perform live.
Nothing but death can keep me from it!
Nettie- The Color Purple
I’m still studying the HBO series, A Game of Thrones. I’m on season 4, and at the episode where I bailed last time: The Mountain and the Viper. I don’t think it’ll trigger me this time. I’m getting good at reminding myself it’s FX, not real violence. Finally. Heh. You wouldn’t believe how many movies I plan to watch now that I’ve acquired this skill. (An 8-year-old taught me. 🤫)
M asked me to reconsider using weed last night. He knows it would require us to move to a weed-legal state since South Dakota
sucks ass considers it illegal (af.) He made some excellent points and surprised me by how much he believes it will improve my quality of life. He’s a surgeon, so I figure he knows. It’s been a while since I experimented in Denver. I did discover the tour I went on recently got busted by the police in a sting. Everyone faced fines, the driver briefly arrested.
I would have been pissed if I paid $99 only to get fined and roughly handled by the police. In hindsight, I shouldn’t have trusted strangers about what is and isn’t legal. I was so stunned to have legal access to weed, I didn’t think it through. For the record, it’s illegal to ride around on a party bus while getting high, no matter what random locals claim. My tour was years ago, but the bust was recent, so I’m a bit shocked it took this long. I suppose in bigger cities, this sort of thing isn’t necessarily a priority.
I’m disappointed by the lack of imagination regarding weed tourism in Colorado. Yes, you can go there and buy an ounce legally. But here’s the kicker: Unless you know someone who lives there, has private property where you can partake and allows it, there’s no point in buying it. If I worshipped the almighty dollar, I would put forth earnest effort toward creating smoking lounges for tourists, along with sober transportation to and from hotels, and lots of wickedly overpriced junk food. Stoned people would pay $9.99 for a rice-crispy treat, easily. I just don’t get it.
I’m sure it would require lobbying and the like, but when you’ve got major cash from selling something as easy to grow as a weed, you’ve also got influential power. You can buy anything, including the freaking presidency, much to my disgust. So I have no idea why they’re half-assing in Colorado. It doesn’t make me want to live there. I’m also floored by the fact that established greedy bastards like banks aren’t capitalizing on it. (It’s virtually a cash-only industry.) But, whatever. It’s not my problem. I’m certainly considering using it to cope, though. We’ll see. I’m off to band practice. ✌🏽