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(written hours ago, but i was too tired and distractable to post)
I'm used to being able to figure my immediate arghs out - a bit like sims moodbars marked 'caffeine' 'sugar' 'hug' 'cheap emotional thrills' 'water' 'porn' 'fuzzy thoughts about my OTP', etc etc. I have a headache - a fricking headache like I never ever get unless I stupidly forget I need caffeine - and I have no idea why. Apparently there is a bar marked 'day where I don't have to talk to strangers'. I am on the brink of taking pills and I really do not like that, because I feel like there is no sodding reason why I'd need to take a pill and I hate not knowing why I have to do things.
Okay. Pills.
I spend a lot of time thinking about cultural differences and I spent today thinking about cultural similarities instead. It's partly the economics that does it; even when everything else is skewed sidewards you still find people stuck in the same vice.
I analogise, like we all do - rural places to similarly rural places, spaces to spaces that are the same only smaller. I'm getting to know the area around new workplace, and while being not at all the same in terms of dimensions and entities it's just a little bit like Queen's Parade. Old lots and the niche services that make the rent there; nail salons and tiny restaurants and a music store with barred windows, the scale all wrong but the cracks in all the right places. Fewer porticos, more mechanics. Not even a dissimilar mix of people. What's missing is the station that takes you to town.
Okay. Pills.
I spend a lot of time thinking about cultural differences and I spent today thinking about cultural similarities instead. It's partly the economics that does it; even when everything else is skewed sidewards you still find people stuck in the same vice.
I analogise, like we all do - rural places to similarly rural places, spaces to spaces that are the same only smaller. I'm getting to know the area around new workplace, and while being not at all the same in terms of dimensions and entities it's just a little bit like Queen's Parade. Old lots and the niche services that make the rent there; nail salons and tiny restaurants and a music store with barred windows, the scale all wrong but the cracks in all the right places. Fewer porticos, more mechanics. Not even a dissimilar mix of people. What's missing is the station that takes you to town.