...I love Mexican food. I really, really do.
...My body hates it with a passion. Especially my stomach.
Now, thankfully, we're not talking vomiting. But we're talking, "Ooooohhhh, I'm gonna be siiiiiiiick..." feelings, so I couldn't finish my meal. Got pretty close though, which is good, since it was a combined breakfast and lunch. Just prior to this, my mom tried to get me shopping for new clothes, but I wasn't interested. Shopping for clothes, even gender-neutral ones, is incredibly disheartening for me. It's just a reminder of what I'm not.
So in a way, I've got a silent vow, of not wanting new clothes until they can be what I want to wear. If they happen to be gender-neutral clothing, fine, but I want the option of wearing it as a choice, rather than it being the only thing I can wear without dysphoria.
I feel like this post was gonna be longer, but I lost track of the extras. I guess it may have to do with poor inventory taking. On the way home, I tried to take mental inventory of what I was going to do and say. This is a bit harder than it sounds, since I not only have to, on a snap-recollection process, remember everything I was going to do, but also subdivide it into remembering the details of each.
I had a better way to explain this on the way home, but ironically enough, it was lost in the transition between then and now. Every second counts when my mind is flooded with ideas and I don't have a way of writing them down, and...there was a delay, because my mom needed the computer, so some things were lost in transition.
Anyway...I've got some work to do. I have to fit in six hours what took me nine last time.