Except it’s rainy and kinda cold so I’ll try to wait a little bit longer. Still! Ahhhhh!! :D
Got a parcel at the post office from my wonderful mum. She sent me two packets of coffee from our favourite coffee shop in Iceland, woolly socks (which I’m guessing either she or my grandmother made) and woolly underwear - long johns and a thin but super warm sweater.
I am really warm and fuzzy right now. ^_____^
Apart from that though, the day wasn’t great. I did manage to get a bank account opened (or at least opened enough so that I can receive money and get a simple bank card, won’t be fully opened till I get a Swedish ID card, which I can’t get till I get some more money…) but just going to the bank and going through the whole ordeal made me so anxious I was dizzy when I came out of there.
I then went and bought myself some new underwear - mostly because I went to book the laundry room before going to town and there wasn’t a single spot free for a whole week and while I don’t mind going commando every now and then when I’m just lounging around the house, a week seems a bit much. But also because most of my underwear has holes in them and since I got some money yesterday I decided to splurge a little.
However, the underwear had of course been put in the wrong section (that is, the discount session, which is where I was looking) so I ended up paying a bit more for it than I though. Nothing ridiculous, but it was enough so that I only just had enough money for milk, some butter and cough drops for my partners before I was completely back to zero again. Boo.
I always feel a bit bad about complaining about not having any money, because I do come from a family I would say is upper middle class and my parents have helped me out loads with money, and they’re still paying my rent and doctors’ appointments etc. But, and especially because they have helped me out so much, I hate having to ask for more money, and the whole thing just feeds my anxiety little by little knowing how much money they’ve given me and lent me and still keep on giving me. >.<
Congratulations on the job and well wishes to your father!
yay for jobs! boo to toe-holes! i hope stuff with your dad turns out okay — finger crossing happening over here.
Thank you both! I’m sure he’ll be ok, although I bet it must suck.. he hates sitting around and not being active! Hasn’t been the best year for either of us, so I’m feeling lots of tugging on heartstrings going on between us right now.
You know when you can’t think of anything to say and you just want to hug the other person and stroke their hair and let them talk without interruption but making sure they know that you care, that you are listening, that your heart is bleeding for them.. except it’s on the phone, and they’re in a different country, and it’s just impossible, and you feel so completely helpless.
I definitely feel better after having the conversation, and I managed to get some things I’ve been burning to say for a while off my chest too, but.. damn, it took everything out of me.
I remember seeing a post like this pop up around Mother’s Day, but I haven’t seen one today, and I feel like it should be said.
Some people are fortunate to have really great dads.
But a lot of people have really bad dads. Dads who abused them physically or mentally, who never supported them when they needed it, who didn’t accept them for who they were, or perpetuated societal pressures that scarred them for life. Some people’s dad’s left when they were kids. Some people never even knew their dad.
It’s ok not to love your dad. And to those friends of mine who hate this holiday for above-mentioned reasons, your feelings are justified, and I hope you spend this day doing something nice for YOU.
*internet hug*
I am lucky to have an incredible dad and it’s not Father’s Day in Iceland till November, but I figured there are probably a lot of people out there who could do with this message.
Being trans* has a tendency to make one aware of all the gendered terms out there. “Boyfriend”, “Girlfriend”, “Brother”, “Sister”, “Aunt”, and “Uncle” leave little room for ambiguity, which can be frustrating for non binary identified individuals (and even, sometimes, for binary identified trans* people as well). For those of you who are uncomfortable with people using gendered terms for you or for those of you with a close friend/family member/whatever who is uncomfortable with gendered terms, here are some options, some already mainstream, some invented.
*Instead of brother or sister, you could use “sibling” or “sib”
*For niece or nephew, “nibling” or “nephling” (both are used as a gender neutral term for a niece or nephew on urban dictionary) or “sibkid”.
*Instead of aunt or uncle, have your nibling come up with a nickname for you (for example, my niece calls me “T”, which was once short for “auntie” but now is perfectly gender neutral) or just invent something like “untiee” (a combination of “uncle” and “auntie”).
*Boyfriend or girlfriend can easily be replaced by “partner”, “significant other”, “SO”, “lover”, or “sweetheart”.
*Similarly, husband and wife can be replaced by the above words (particularly “partner”) as well as “spouse”
*For mom and dad there’s always “parent” or “parental unit” (as well as endless possibilities for made-up names, which we absolutely encourage)
Nibling! <3
Also, instead of aunt/uncle: Ankle.
I like this. Now to come up with Icelandic versions for all of these…
Yes. All of this.i feel like there should be a picture of a person with a dog. that is a family too.
^^ I ALWAYS THINK THAT!!
Me and Tummy are totally our own family.
:-p how binarist.
WHY DOES THERE HAVE TO BE A CHILD FOR IT TO BE A FAMILY.
my family is not represented in this image. i find it offensive that people think that princess-dragon relationships aren’t real families.
(Source: opheliapainn)
