Normal things.
Me? Well for starters, thanks to all this snow I was forced to sort of double-park in a handicapped spot (but because of all the snow I couldn’t even see the parking lines so I don’t even know if I was in the spot or not) and a guy charged out of the building and went off on me cussing me out. The ironic thing is he was saying I’m inconsiderate for not respecting the handicapped and then calls me a “fucking retard”. The entire day I was very shook up and upset and it made me realize what I sensitive wuss I really am. So much for self esteem.
Next bad day, I have been following an artist for several months now and loved their work, so much so that I wanted to buy a super nice tablet and make my own art. I was so excited when he was announcing another work of his was coming out soon and would wait for it with great anticipation; one of the few things that made me excited and happy and helped me get through the day. Then, upon reading some tweets, I read something incredibly upsetting and disturbing about him. In an instant all of the art of his was ruined. Something I loved so much, gone, just like that. I can never enjoy that art ever again. As crazy as it sounds, it feels as soul-crushingly awful as losing a best friend. And to add to it, my mom is sick thanks to all this cold weather and inconsiderate jerks at work sneezing and coughing on her, so now she has to miss work and I may have to come home and both of us are losing money (which of course in this society is all that matters, ‘cause you know, all I’m expected to care about is the money I’m losing from not working, not helping my mom get better). And to top it off, a past trauma that I was just getting over is popping up in my mind again once in a while so now I need to go see a psychologist because I can’t sleep soundly. All that in just one day, too.
So now that I’ve whined and bitched about my bad days, let’s hear yours.
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