Since last weekend, I’ve been pretty upset about a few things. One reason is a Threads user who went on a hateful streak and kept dismissing mental health disorders like depression. I never interacted with her, but her cruel words are upsetting enough. “Depression is not real. It’s just in your head.” Are you fucking shitting me? If mental health disorders aren’t real, then many wouldn’t be suffering from them, and I’m not suffering like this. Are we that irrelevant? Huh?
People have ganged up on her for what she said, which led her to deactivate her account. Frankly, I’m glad that they called her out because what she did was fucking heartless, and people like her are exactly why many people (including me) are afraid to open up about their mental health. And the worst part: with the way she acted, I’m not sure she will ever change.
First, I went to bed early last night—a habit I’m working on because I’m not getting any younger and I want better sleep. Unfortunately, I had this vivid dream involving an apocalyptic flood, and we were all wiped out, and I had to catch my breath in the middle of the night. I relaxed my nerves with deep breaths, then I went back to bed. I only had less than seven hours of sleep, but surprisingly, I’m not groggy.
Since last week, I’ve been doing my best to make my own iced latte with no espresso machine or any other fancy appliances. I had two espresso choices: UCC Class One and Nescafé Gold. Today, I chose the latter, and for the first time since I started my little experiment, I found the perfect middle ground between strong coffee and smooth, creamy milk. Precision pays off. (I still need to work on the presentation, though.)
I’ve also started using my revamped journal system. In particular, I’ve segregated my notes, tasks, and rituals, so writing on them will not be as tedious as before. One result: I finished all urgent tasks before 1:00pm. Good job, self! I will keep this system moving forward. That’s why I’m back at Oversight at 3:00pm, enjoying my favorite affogato in the whole world and writing this entry.
Speaking of writing, while I’m here, I should flesh out my next entry for Always Watching, my Person of Interest review series. Watch out for my review of “Baby Blue” this coming Wednesday, September 23.
And speaking of Person of Interest, tomorrow marks 15 years since the sci-fi/crime drama series debuted. If you’re reading this and you haven’t seen the incredibly underrated series, please do (especially if you love Minority Report and The Dark Knight Trilogy). To my favorite show of all time, happiest anniversary in advance!
I’ll end this Minute Warning post early. See you in the next post.
I’ve gotten used to observing the Monday ritual for months, and not even rain can stop me. (Unless flooding stops me from stepping an inch away from my home.) And tonight, as usual, I didn’t skip the ritual—affogato, Novamachina, and all.
Before that, though, I needed to buy acne toner for my face. A few years back, during one of my mentally roughest periods, I also had the worst breakout. I was proud of being pimple-free before that, and the breakout didn’t help my mental health at all. But because I was also a stubborn piece of work, I continued my skincare routine, hoping that it would work over time. It took some convincing from my Younger Brother and feeling awful while looking in our 20-year-old mirror for me to finally ask the dermatologist for help, and she gave me the best arsenal against those pesky pimples that I still use to this day. Nowadays, when my face is attacked by the occasional zit, I just sparingly use the benzoyl peroxide lotion, while I regularly use the rest—acne toner included. Thank goodness for my dermatologist; she is heaven-sent.
Moving on, I’m back at Oversight with my favorite affogato in the whole world, and I’ve been contemplating one of my plans for December. As of now, a part of that plan is truly feasible, but the rest seems like a long shot. Unfortunately, sometimes things don’t go according to plan… but like I said, I’m a stubborn piece of work, so I will work around the feasible part of the plan. Sometimes, we just have to play with the cards we’re dealt.
I only have one minute left, and frankly, I’d like to work on a few drafts, so this is it for now. See you in the next post.
