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Exotic Bird Enjoying The Birdbath
Exotic bird enjoying the birdbath


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Cover letters are only appropriate for sales jobs. The end.
flail
Maybe getting off work and sitting in front of a different computer and scrolling mindlessly is the same as when our parents (mine, anyway) came home from work and sat and stared mindlessly at a bunch of nothing and empty noise on the TV. But if it isn't it worries me and makes me think my brain has broken and I can't pay attention to anything any more, and so I decided to start crocheting and to make myself learn to knit.
I don't enjoy either one of these things. I think I particularly don't like crochet, for a number of reasons, but I am sure I can learn to particularly not like knitting, too, if I ever get started with it.
A few years ago I did some needlefelting for somewhat different reasons and quickly discovered that the problem with making things is that you end up with piles of things taking up space unless you can find a way to get rid of them, and not that many people really need cute little needlefelted owls or frogs and I maybe can't bear to let them go very much. (Add making a needlefelted frog to the list of things I want to do to prove I can still *do* something, but that has to come after finishing the needlefelted comics character that I started and left to sit when I didn't know what I would do with it).
I had hoped I would find these things meditative and that they would quiet me and help me sleep at night, but they just bore me. I have found them all much less appealing than sitting in front of the computer scrolling mindlessly.
And it's worse when I have a few days off in a row and start to feel human again and think of things I can do and want to do and maybe even start planning, and then I go back to work and in 24 to 36 hours I am back to a mindless scrolling blob of tired.
I am now about halfway through crocheting a very vivid ugly hat.


Kind of obsessed with the tumblr Twitter account
Being on tumblr is like being a raccoon. I dig through the garbage for shiny things I like. Sometimes I find good things to share with my friends. Sometimes I find something horrifying, and also share it with my friends.