Ninjitsu of 3-loop bows

I tripped off of a curb yesterday, and woke up today with a very sore ankle. This would be a lot more entertaining and lot less sucky if I had some great story of how I tripped, but it was just a basic misjudgment of dimensions. It would also be a lot less sucky if my current jobs didn't require being on my feet for the entirety of my shifts.

Since this blog is public and I apparently have more readers than I thought, and because I am fairly private, I tend to not get too specific with details of my personal relationships-- however, I will say the following. I tend to put the people I care about on a pedestal, and I project a ton onto their shoulders, entirely without warrant to do so. And invariably, they disappoint me just by being regular people. I wish I could turn that part of my brain to a quieter volume so that I could see my friends and family as flawed albeit wonderful people, and have that be the default position. I am struggling with that at the moment. It's like I see certain people on a stage with a spotlight on them, and I get mad when they don't put on a show for me. But, they didn't ask for the role, they don't claim to deserve the spotlight, they're just regular people. It's entirely unfair for me to judge them on terms to which they didn't agree or into which they had no input. Also, I hate when I can witness someone's opinion of me start to diminish. I had a roommate a few years ago who had become a fast friend-- and then after we started living together, our friendship fell to pieces. And whether or not it's accurate, I feel like I oversold her. Like, she thought I was more interesting than I actually am, and she was disappointed to find out that it was just an act, and that's why our friendship fell apart. Granted, she pulled some serious bullshit on me-- it's a two-way street-- but I still hate that I couldn't live up to her expectations. I think we all strive to be the best versions of ourselves, and the templates for those versions are already sketched out in the minds of our loved ones. (I should state for the record that while I have no ill will towards my former roommate, I also have no desire to ever speak to her again, and she is the only person on the planet about whom I feel that way.)

I wish that my ankle would chill out. It is as though it's trying to upstage my neck and shoulders in the Pain Show. I'm not interested in a diva ankle, thanksverymuch. The neck and shoulders get top-billing, no questions, period, the end.


Lastly, I mentioned the possibility that my gift-wrapping gig would yield some fascinating anecdotes. Alright, well, I can't reveal any specifics and I wouldn't if I could, but I found out that I wrapped gifts for the child of a VERY VERY notable figure. It's a good thing I am a ribbon ninja.