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Cake day: March 27th, 2024

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  • This doesn’t have enough upvotes imo. Contingency hell can be dealt with. (mind you, noting wrong with having a contingency plan or two, but there’s a point where it goes from a healthy survival mechanism to a debilitating maladaptive coping mechanism)

    I’m still in contingency plan hell, but I’ve managed to deal with it in some parts of my life and that feeling of just coming out of a situation that used to make you tense AF and then realizing you were not even considering to worry about it is the best feeling even. This was something I never expected to be possible.

    And honestly, I have been stressing out about the other bits of my life that are still contingency hell, kinda thinking I might never get rid of them, just how I felt about the things I actually did deal with…

    Guess I came here to remind some internet rando’s that it is in fact possible; ended up reminding myself :')



  • Listen.

    When I just wake up I need sustenance but my motor skills are as low as my brain fog is high. I -am- however functional enough to press the “make coffee button” and slap a spoon in a container of yogurt.

    Yogurt and decaf* coffee are nice, but not enough to keep my 100+KG of pure overthinking going for long. Luckily, while sipping on my coffee I can knead dough, so by lunchtime I should have fresh bread. (or stale bread from the day before)** What goes on the bread has been decided mostly in my youth, has been altered when I moved on my own, and these days only gets tweaked… it works, why fuck with it.

    Dinner has been planned over the weekend so when evening starts and my brain is all cooked out, but my motor skills are at its peak, cooking up some pasta/rice/potato dish with veggies should be easy. Anything more involved is for occasions where I have time to be invested in cooking. On weekends I cook bulk for the days where I don’t function, so my freezer is stuffed with all sort of 1 pan dishes.

    Within these variables I eat fairly varied, but you really don’t want to be around when I am forced to change them on short notice. EG; when I forgot to get yoghurt, it might take me untill mid afternoon untill ive recovered ^^"

    it took me about 15 years to work this system out, but by george I have finally mastered eating 3 meals a day.

    *Don’t give me regular, apocalypses have been started over less.

    **Im working on baguette dough so I can make it the day before so i can portion better and don’t have to knead in the morning)








  • yay double warm up :D

    Speaking of going to the gym… I did another dumdum yesterday. I biked to the gym in my gym clothes as I do when its good weather… but it wasn’t, it was raining, one of those that feels like a drizzel but within 5 minutes you are soaked.

    So I worked out while soaked, full soak (now sweat) biked back trough the wind and raind, bought breakfast, biked home, waited an hour to shower… and now im sick :D Like I said, I’ll probably never learn -.-


  • Does it have anything to do with not having to deal with change? The amount of coverage/protection/insulation ect. being consistent rather than changing with how you feel like dressing that day?

    I catch myself, while shopping clothes, always for the same cut of clothes for the same reason, even going as far as getting cranky if the material/thickness of fabric I am used to is not available for the print I’m liking. Maby an extreme example…

    But all the people I know personally who stick to either shorts or long pants come high or hell water tend to have a lot of traits where they either appreciate consistency or… no mainly that now that I think of it.


  • Horrible_Goblin@lemmy.worldtoComic Strips@lemmy.worldWhite Dudes in Winter
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    I remember going for a walk with a friend midwinter, underestimating the distance, overestimating the temperature (i mean, it -was- snowing, but that meant nothing… right) So we went out in our tshirts and shorts.

    In the end, my mum spent 2 hrs trying to turn 2 goth smurfs back into human boys. I’d say I learnt a lesson that day, but one must not tell lies.