I've been in those situations before - people you used to hang with and now you've drifted so far apart that they're... no longer friends but also not strangers? And yea, confused is definitely the vibe. A melancholic confusion - there's something that's lost, through no one's real fault, but it's nevertheless gone. What once was is no more.
jaybb3rw0cky
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That's awesome that you get so many on your balcony. And thank you, I'd love the little visit! I didn't check my rosemary as it's around the other side of the house, but I should have. Maybe they were all having a roast party or something and that's where mine were?
A friend who I hadn't seen for ages asked me recently what my music taste was like now and I answered with "It's easier to say I'm not into something (Country, mumble rap and most R&B) than pin down a genre." Which is true - Spotify at the end of every year spews out its stats and somehow I managed to listen to a shit ton of different genres.
BUT! The recent Spotify DJ guy, as well as the daylist thing really has hit home how much prog metal I still listen to.
Oh nice! Maybe I need to plant even more bee-friendly stuff.
Fingers crossed the earlier dose works tonight. I took one last night a lot earlier than I normally do and it completely knocked me out cold. The only thing that hurt was the alarm smacking me straight out of a dream when it went off this morning.
And yes - get you some natural vitamin D! Do it!!! DOOO ITT!!
Whitetails and necrosis is something that worries the hell out of me. I don't care that they're not deadly - I don't want no flesh-eating spidey bite to remind me some little fucker was able to invade me like that!
I know you're not looking for medical advice so I'll just say, hopefully you've managed to use antiseptic on the area and given it a good clean (or three). That and ibuprofen might help with the swelling.
I went outside into my garden and looked at all my lavender (it has self-set everywhere, as a "weed" is wanton to do, and I've dug it up and planted it in some form of order) - there's plenty of flowers and yet not a bee to be seen. It was really fucking depressing.
Had us in the first half, not gunna lie hahah.
Bitter sweet melancholy is the perfect undertone for it - it's weird, huh? I often reminisce and it's a combination of longing, chances gone, friendships lost, friendships forged, love (and hate), and so much more. I wonder why we gravitate towards those types of memories so often. And yeah, I'm like you bud, been thinking a lot like that these days. Hence why I dug up the old nostalgia box.
Yeah I remember the trouble you had with the Mazda - glad to hear the Sportage is doing good for you guys! And yeah, how funny is it to upgrade to a car that has things like Apply Play? Like, holy shit, my car has APPS now!
OOof... I feel this to some extent. When I kicked myself out of home I didn't pack a whole lot. This stuff thankfully was from my late teens when I was already living on my own so I've been able to carry it around with me from share house to sharehouse. But some of the stuff I had left behind when I moved out? Not quite an unopened PSOne (holy hell that hurts to hear! I'm so sorry for your loss) but a bunch of really cool toys I wish I had kept.
And now, you're right - a lot of memories are kept digitally. I should digitise some of this stuff since if it ever went up in smoke that's it. There's no recovery for that.
Huh, the more you know! I worked with a guy who got necrosis from a white tail - but he was definitely a candidate for pre-diabetes so that could explain it. And look, it wasn't that bad, maybe like a pinky nail-sized hole? But still, I can deal with a lot of things. Spiders, nope. Not a fan of something so small being able to damage me like that.