so i woke up anxious about how we will pay for daycare in. 1.5 years. average cost is like $2200/mo for one infant. criminal. and anyway i was like “what if i finally finish a novel and can get an advance on that in a few years and use it exclusively for daycare costs” and the avg advance for a fiction novel for a new author is like $5k. and work was like “no raises this year <3 ily tho”. and like legitimately is anything made to benefit us normal people anymore or
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happy holidays :)
[ID: A reddish monochrome drawing of Sigma and Chuuya from Bungou Stray Dogs. They are standing side-by-side and looking into the camera.
Sigma is on the left and is noticeably taller than Chuuya. He's wearing a reindeer headband and is dressed in a light turtleneck sweater and a thick overcoat.
Chuuya is on the right and is wearing his hat with a holly leaf and berry decoration on it. He's dressed in his standard button-up and trench coat.
The background is a muted, dark red with lighter snowflakes drifting down. End ID.]
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Remarkable how saying that everyone deserves a living wage so they can adequately support themselves is so controversial, especially among other blue collar, working class people. Deepthroating the capitalist boot and infighting won't win you anything.
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having constant thoughts about the incredible economic value of mokuton, like yeah, no shit the Uzumaki got that down on lock with a marriage alliance. they live by water. they gotta have boats. what do you build boats with. what do you repair buildings damaged by storms with.
having constant thoughts about lumber and salt and food and trade.
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objectively a stupid thing to get irritated or upset by, but i really hate when people at the centre try to tell me how lucky i am for the life i live or how good i have it, esp when they tell me they had it sooooo much worse when they were my age. they do not know me. they do not know my life. they have no idea what my situation is.
they see somebody who is exceedingly polite and unerringly kind and shows up in nice clothes most of the time. they see that i draw in a sketchbook. they see that i work on the jigsaw puzzle. they see that i hold the door for people. they see that i greet people and ask people questions about themselves in a way that makes others feel seen and heard and appreciated.
now what the fuck are they getting from that that makes them think they know anything about me or my mental health or life situation!!! if anything they should be curious because I share so little about myself with people, I tend to keep things focused on others because that's safest for me. do they not question why i am at the mental health centre so often if i apparently seem like i have such a great life ????
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one thing i hate about not being able to drive is that like. being so reliant on doordash when we dont have the kinds of groceries i can eat is SO evil. buying 3 donuts from a store five minutes away costs me 13 fucking dollars. when if i was able to get there myself the order would be like 6 bucks instead. its so upsetting to me. and no i cant just walk over there instead because 1) severe chronic fatigue and pain 2) middle of summer and my meds give me heat intolerance and 3) all of the roads between my house and the donut place are either super busy main roads or side roads that have no sidewalks, so walking them would be difficult and potentially hazardous. its so fucking frustrating all the time
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