@EmilyRCWilson Very tardy to the party here, but I JUST started reading your translation of The Odyssey and got excited when I found this post!
Odysseus is 100% a Slytherin. Everything he does is for his own gain (“metis”), not for the pursuit of knowledge or wisdom, as a Ravenclaw would be.
I’m so excited to be that cool, tipsy aunt at the campfire, telling all the kids “ghost stories” that are actually just serial killers from the 300 true crime podcasts I listen to on the daily
Gotta start ‘em young 👻
Had my first appt with my therapist in over 2 months and sis really said “What all’s been going on?? It’s been so long! Tell me everything!” and then took a sip of her ✨iced✨ tea like we were two college girls catching up over coffee, I just love her 😂😂😂
When my therapist didn’t respond to my appointment request within 12 hours, I was this close 🤏🏼 to breaking up with her and finding someone new because my anxiety told me to
...this is probably why I’ve been single for so damn long
My boss told me she noticed my responses were “very short and kind of rude” over IM last week and instead of being honest with her about how I am mentally exhausted and adding exclamation points takes too much effort, I just apologized and said I would do better lol
I will never respond to your text or email in a timely manner, but I will always apologize for my “delayed response,” and for that I absolve myself. Amen.
This is how I test my friendships
Do they order a meal and selfishly say “No pickles, please” or do they say nothing when ordering and just silently, almost obediently, plop the pickle on my plate when the food arrives?
The first is an acquaintance
The second is a soulmate
FaceTimed my nana for Christmas. She asked for a tour of my new apartment and then proceeded to criticize how “chaotic and messy” my bedroom and bathroom are
Who’s gonna tell her what a depressive episode looks like? I don’t wanna ruin Christmas again...
*on the phone with Dad*
Dad: You sound sad, what’s wrong?
Me: I’ve BEEN sad, Dad.
Dad: Really? Since when?
Me: May 16, 1995.
Dad: ...
So, in conclusion, neither my father nor my therapist think I should joke about my depression 🙂