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Snippets, twenty-six

Here are some short pieces based on things that have happened in my life recently.

Doomscroll

Is it still doomscrolling if I just scroll and it's not doom? Yes, I probably am scrolling because of the sense of doom that I feel and I just want to do something mindless, but I guess I never really learned the definition of doomscrolling. I could look it up, but I guess I don't feel the need to. I know that I'm mindlessly scrolling because I don't feel able to do more. I know that, on occasion, I will find something in that scroll that is worth seeing and/or reading and I guess that feels like enough.

I forced myself to stop scrolling to start doing this post, so that's probably a good thing. Creativity, however limited, is good to express.

Flip Flops

I have been wearing flip flops for months now and they're so easy. I love wearing flip flops. I can just slip them on and go. Right now, the weather is still nice enough that I can do this, but I know this nice weather will be short-lived. I want to like other shoes, but they're more difficult to get on. I put socks on today because I'm going ot a protest and want to wear sneakers. With my belly like it is, putting sock son can be a little difficult.

One of the perks of sneakers though is that my feet don't get dirty as I walk. This is a downside of the flip flops. But the ease is still worth it.

Itch

I have been itchy lately. Not sure why. I just have been so itchy. I end up scratching myself though, which is probably bad. Especially because then, as the scratch heals, I scratch off the healed bumps, opening it again.

I also have an itchy scalp and then scratching my hair ends up tangling my hair. I did just brush my hair so it was less of a nest but then my arms started itching more. I wonder if it's an anxiety thing. I could see this.

No Kings

I want to be clear that although this post is going up the day AFTER the No Kings rally in Chicago, I am writing this the day before. I am leaving for the No Kings rally in an hour or so and I am really uncertain as to how it will go. 

ICE is abducting people left and right.

I hope everything remains peaceful and calm, but I know there is a chance it won't. I will be writing ICIRR's number on my arm as well as the number of a lawyer friend. Just in case.

I just truly don' tknow how it's going to go.

Reading

I've had such a difficult time reading lately. I don't know why, but I'll stare at a book I've been reading and just keep staring at it. Then, maybe, I'll pick it up and open it. but then, I close it pretty quickly. It's not that I don't like the books I've picked up, I was devoring them earlier, but now it just feels so difficult to get my brain to read. 

Why is reading such an effor tnow? It used to be a way that I could spend hours on end and now I have to make it a 'to-do' item so that I'll actually do it. And that doesn't always work. I need to get bac kinto readin gand doing other things I enjoy, but I just struggle with it so much lately.

(Prompt by Kimisha Cassidy)

Photo by Marten Bjork on Unsplash


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