I survived Disneyland.
I had to excuse myself from any of the remotely severe rides (which really aren't that severe) doe. Drops of more than a certain height would make me feel sick from adrenalin overriding my medication and I didn't want to make a scene, and I carpooled so I couldn't just leave the park if I was going to make one.
Tangent: I know Star Tours isn't canon, but did they really have to redo the ride so that you somehow start in the early/mid ABY era but somehow end up in a battle from one of the prequels? There's suspension of disbelief and then there's
suspension of disbelief.
Tangent of a tangent: While on this ride I realized that I still remember what the TIE in TIE Fighter stands for.
Talk about a bad tasting madeleine.
(If you understood anything I said in those tangents ur a fukken nerd m8. Yeah, even the Proust thing.)
I had mentioned in the past that I was initially unsure as to why I'd been invited along on this excursion but instead of letting that sit and fester I cleared it up with the person I kind of work with a week or so ago. (They were asked to invite me by my client, as I suspected.) Getting that out the way made the whole thing a lot less complicated while we were there, and we even joked about it on the drive home. (We carpooled together.)
She wouldn't let me pay for gas when I offered because she said I'd had no real option in the matter and I felt like a louse for not insisting that I pay my share but I didn't. However, while riding one of the horribly-in-need-of-an-update rides straight out of 196X with her, she had indicated that she really loved a song that played during a particular segment of the ride which I tried to tell her was a movement from an orchestral suite so she could listen to it whenever she wanted to instead of only at Disneyland on this particular ride, but she couldn't hear me (it was noisy) and I didn't really want to repeat out loud that I knew the movement number and name of an orchestral suite, especially one so meritless (Oh burn. -Ed.), so I let it go, but when I got home and texted her to say that I'd arrived back safe and sound (she asked that I do this, she always asks that people do this after company events even if no one was drinking) I also texted her a YouTube link to the movement saying that I wasn't sure if she knew the song, but in case she didn't know the song, here it was. She texted me back saying that she didn't know the song and that I was the best.
I'm sure my parents had high hopes for me when they inculcated me with the finer arts growing up, but if I just use what I learned from that to make people happy, even if only for a fleeting moment, that's OK with me.
Intake with my new therapist was pretty smooth. I mean the intake shit was brutal, and I don't think I'll ever really be able to talk about some of that shit without difficulty for the rest of my life but after that they said, "So Karakand, what are you going to do different in your next relationship?" and I was all
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