I’m glad you all seem to be enjoying this week. I know that almost all of have a story to tell relating to the topic, either of ourselves or someone close to us.
I find willfully ignoring something wicked someone’s done is sometimes better than facing it, especially when you know they are incapable of change and you also know you’re stuck with them for the duration.
And sometimes not.
My brother used to do this. I mocked him until i tried it and found it was mighty tasty with a crunch of salt.
Fortunately I never made it a habit.
You may notice that I am no longer attending the Boston and NYC comic cons. Why? Because they were moved to different dates. I have not posted this until now because I was never told, and only by luck just looked at their website. Sigh.
So I now will be in New England the weekends of Sep 17-18 and 24-25 with no conventions (I’ve already bought the ticket). If anyone has ANY ideas or contacts or anything for conventions, signings, fests, etc, I am open to hearing.
When I was young, I found it fun to pretend I was drunk. Oddly, even when I was still young, I began feeling nausea from rolling down hills (and still do), despite wanting to delight in it. Little did I know how real the make-believe was.