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clevermanka) wrote2011-03-12 04:27 pm
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A lot happens in twenty years
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zhukora1, this decade meme:
I can't say for certain what happened during the actual months of March in 1991 and 2001, but will try to remember what I was doing in the general early spring of that year. Remembering the events of a particular month from even last year is pretty unlikely for me.
March 1991: I'd recently turned twenty-one, and was partying my ass off and noodling around with some questionable people. Mostly because some were co-workers or were dating other people. Not my finest moments, there. I was living in a room in a house on Ousdahl, but I don't remember actually sleeping there all that often. *cough* How I managed not to flunk out of college is, I suppose, a testament to my sometimes-maligned intelligence. Or perhaps I was getting by on charm. Uncertain. I swear I wasn't sleeping with any of my instructors. I can, at least, say that about my sexual habits. I was working as a student hourly at the KU Computer Center, at what was called the I/O Window, doing help-desk support for the labs, and working as many hours as possible to support the partying. It was this spring (if not this actual month) that I went to my first gay bar--thus setting me firmly on the road of faghag-dom. I think I might have started belly dancing sometime in here, although that might have been during the summer, not spring. I had really long hair, and very little fashion sense. I was starting to hang out with local pagan people, which didn't help with my personal style, but did wonders for my party opportunities. I looked great, and it's a damn shame I don't have any photos of me from this period.
March 2001: I was starting to get sick from the thyroid, but didn't know it yet. I was becoming unhappy in my relationship, but didn't know it yet, either. I was oblivious to just about everything in my life--physically, emotionally. In hindsight, not a good year. I was looking at buying a house with my partner at the time (I think we closed in April or May), and a lot of my energy was focused on that. I was getting ready to go to Viva Las Vegas, the annual spring rockabilly event. I was starting to really hate my job at at Color Art Office Interiors. Or, rather, was really starting to hate my boss. This was the douche-hat who disliked me personally, but couldn't find honest fault with my work, so he criticized me on my evaluation and justified a ten-cent-an-hour wage raise with statements like "Miss Red frequently relies on the most efficient way of completing a task instead of researching other options." Good riddance to this year--and really, the three years after that. Ass-suck years, pretty much.
March 2011: Things do not suck right now for me, despite the health issues. I've had a rough few months, but things seem to be getting back on track. I passed another emotional milestone yesterday when I handed Fetish's body over to Cindy for...processing? I don't really know what to call it. On the physical front, things are hopeful. I am approaching the Tacfit system with a little more realism than I did last time and am feeling more comfortable and confident. I have my appointment to review lab results with Dr. Pickel at the end of the month. Emotionally, things are stellar. I couldn't be happier in my relationship withmckitterick, and I have solid, reliable relationships with local friends. Just enough to keep me socialized, but not so many that I feel smothered. I've seen a lot of progress with my relationship with food, too. This time last year, I was thinking about starting to eat Primal, and still incorporating dairy. Now I'm nearly 100% Paleo all the time. No dairy, no sugar, no grains. Booze and coffee are my only non-paleo indulgences, and I'm okay with giving up coffee if I must.
Failing to remember ten and twenty years ago is crazy. I really gotta back up my LJ sometime. It's good to keep track of stuff.
zhukora1, this decade meme: I can't say for certain what happened during the actual months of March in 1991 and 2001, but will try to remember what I was doing in the general early spring of that year. Remembering the events of a particular month from even last year is pretty unlikely for me.
March 1991: I'd recently turned twenty-one, and was partying my ass off and noodling around with some questionable people. Mostly because some were co-workers or were dating other people. Not my finest moments, there. I was living in a room in a house on Ousdahl, but I don't remember actually sleeping there all that often. *cough* How I managed not to flunk out of college is, I suppose, a testament to my sometimes-maligned intelligence. Or perhaps I was getting by on charm. Uncertain. I swear I wasn't sleeping with any of my instructors. I can, at least, say that about my sexual habits. I was working as a student hourly at the KU Computer Center, at what was called the I/O Window, doing help-desk support for the labs, and working as many hours as possible to support the partying. It was this spring (if not this actual month) that I went to my first gay bar--thus setting me firmly on the road of faghag-dom. I think I might have started belly dancing sometime in here, although that might have been during the summer, not spring. I had really long hair, and very little fashion sense. I was starting to hang out with local pagan people, which didn't help with my personal style, but did wonders for my party opportunities. I looked great, and it's a damn shame I don't have any photos of me from this period.
March 2001: I was starting to get sick from the thyroid, but didn't know it yet. I was becoming unhappy in my relationship, but didn't know it yet, either. I was oblivious to just about everything in my life--physically, emotionally. In hindsight, not a good year. I was looking at buying a house with my partner at the time (I think we closed in April or May), and a lot of my energy was focused on that. I was getting ready to go to Viva Las Vegas, the annual spring rockabilly event. I was starting to really hate my job at at Color Art Office Interiors. Or, rather, was really starting to hate my boss. This was the douche-hat who disliked me personally, but couldn't find honest fault with my work, so he criticized me on my evaluation and justified a ten-cent-an-hour wage raise with statements like "Miss Red frequently relies on the most efficient way of completing a task instead of researching other options." Good riddance to this year--and really, the three years after that. Ass-suck years, pretty much.
March 2011: Things do not suck right now for me, despite the health issues. I've had a rough few months, but things seem to be getting back on track. I passed another emotional milestone yesterday when I handed Fetish's body over to Cindy for...processing? I don't really know what to call it. On the physical front, things are hopeful. I am approaching the Tacfit system with a little more realism than I did last time and am feeling more comfortable and confident. I have my appointment to review lab results with Dr. Pickel at the end of the month. Emotionally, things are stellar. I couldn't be happier in my relationship with
mckitterick, and I have solid, reliable relationships with local friends. Just enough to keep me socialized, but not so many that I feel smothered. I've seen a lot of progress with my relationship with food, too. This time last year, I was thinking about starting to eat Primal, and still incorporating dairy. Now I'm nearly 100% Paleo all the time. No dairy, no sugar, no grains. Booze and coffee are my only non-paleo indulgences, and I'm okay with giving up coffee if I must.Failing to remember ten and twenty years ago is crazy. I really gotta back up my LJ sometime. It's good to keep track of stuff.
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I'm glad I haven't had any douche-hat bosses though; mainly just douche-hat co-workers and absentee bosses who didn't do anything about them.
Glad to hear things are working out quite well for you nowadays! :)
*"Sensitive New Age Guy"
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Things are pretty great nowadays! Other than winning a lottery ticket (and resolving my health stuff), there's nothing substantial I would change.
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