I can handle a lot. I know this sounds strange coming from the girl who thinks the world is going to end because Anxiety tells her so, but seriously. I can handle a whole bunch of stress and still be fairly high functioning. For example, I’m at work right now. While switching meds. Which is crazy difficult to do. In all fairness, when I’m at home I stress out about work so I might at well be at the source, but you get my point. Oh my freaking goodness, my brain keeps telling me I’m going to get fired and die. So I go to work and keep not getting fired and surviving just to prove that ornery ol bitch wrong. 

Talked to the Husband, who says that calling my shrink is a good idea. He thinks that if anything, the doc may raise my antidepressant, but who knows…I’m having anxiety as well. Which I’ve mentioned before like 50 times this week. I’m sick of it. You? 

TOPIC CHANGE:

For some reason, possibly proximity of dates, people are combining the topics of gun control (following a mass shooting) and abortions (following government stuff). As far as I’m concerned, it’s a right to get an abortion and a privilege to have a gun, and that’s about as similar as the two get. Which is to say, not at all similar. I also believe we should work on an America where abortions are a rarity, (birth control is free and accessible, rape is a thing of the past, and so on), and also an America where guns are not associated with violence, which is pretty hard to imagine, so lacking that, an America where guns are in the hands of the few who respect them and handle them properly. Oh and also free ice cream for everyone unless you don’t like ice cream, in which case you get a small American flag. 

But that’s not where I live, so I cope. I tolerate. I read Facebook bullshit and I don’t chime in, because things are getting ugly. People are so god damn passionately skewed one way or the other, and most of the time they don’t even have the capacity to explain why. 

It’s embarrassing to be an American right now, loyal reader, like watching your parents fight in public. Now I have to explain myself to France when I go over to their place for a sleepover. Oy.