K Lets do some soul purging. Courtesy of Taylor Swift's "Shake it Off" song. And Halloween electro swing.
BUT FIRST. I need to preface this with; this part's is gonna deal with death related stuff. Specifically, like, emotions around it, how I'm learning to navigate my own feelings in lieu of the exposure I have to it, and what that may manifest into. For meeeeee.
So if talking about or acknowledging death is an uncomfortable thing, maybe sit this one out? Or don't, idgf.
HOKIE DOKIE
One of the things mentioned to me around my first starting at the mortuary, just super casually in random conversation, was that there will be days when I'll get home and will just have the urge to cry. I couldn't fathom this. But noted her words.
Um, so. I've noted. There will be some days where... the energy during xy or z, will hang in the air, and everyone feels it. I call these my psychic/ghost Pokemon attack days. And let me tell you, there are some messed up lore and backstories to some ghost pokemon. They're crazy. Anywho
Uh.. yeah, a few days ago, idk what kind of pokemon that was but.. like.
Maybe comparable to a Misdreavus... they impose a sense of unease and siphon fear. "It attacks by letting loose psychic orbs and ones imbued with loathsome emotions."
... it was like... this anguish.... that was felt that morning.. was this dense invisible fog that traveled, and everyone was breathing it. It was so heavy. It pervaded the air.
BUT FIRST. I need to preface this with; this part's is gonna deal with death related stuff. Specifically, like, emotions around it, how I'm learning to navigate my own feelings in lieu of the exposure I have to it, and what that may manifest into. For meeeeee.
So if talking about or acknowledging death is an uncomfortable thing, maybe sit this one out? Or don't, idgf.
HOKIE DOKIE
One of the things mentioned to me around my first starting at the mortuary, just super casually in random conversation, was that there will be days when I'll get home and will just have the urge to cry. I couldn't fathom this. But noted her words.
Um, so. I've noted. There will be some days where... the energy during xy or z, will hang in the air, and everyone feels it. I call these my psychic/ghost Pokemon attack days. And let me tell you, there are some messed up lore and backstories to some ghost pokemon. They're crazy. Anywho
Uh.. yeah, a few days ago, idk what kind of pokemon that was but.. like.
Maybe comparable to a Misdreavus... they impose a sense of unease and siphon fear. "It attacks by letting loose psychic orbs and ones imbued with loathsome emotions."
... it was like... this anguish.... that was felt that morning.. was this dense invisible fog that traveled, and everyone was breathing it. It was so heavy. It pervaded the air.
You could feel it in your gut. That was the first debuff.
Did I just compare that to a psychic ghost type pokemon attack? Yes. Because I don't know what else to compare it to.
The next one happened mid day. Anguish took its toll and manifested physically, with a minor domino in its wake. We did what we do to honor our commitment to our family, though undoubtedly, the ordeal left the air around us tainted. Going into stoic protection mode temporarily gave me tunnel vision for just them. Without realizing, that was debuff 2 stagnating, and stacking subconsciously on the first debuff from earlier that morning.
3rd one, unexpected, had to be addressed during my service where, without realizing, anguish crept into my soul as I allowed myself vulnerability to be with someone, and what they needed, so very very much in that moment. I watched as one of my counselors assisted me, but finishing up, I felt for them so very deeply and wanted to hold them up with everything I could give. They needed it. And one day I would also be in their shoes. debuff 3.
To finish the day, I visited with someone who, under pretenses, realistically didn't need me there, but I wanted to tell this person who could no longer hear it, that everything was okay now. I caressed their hair for a few moments, hoping that if they were to be nearby, it would be some comfort, albeit small. I silently prayed for them, I don't know to what. Then I walked out of this, our most sacred room, my soul feeling heavy, and incredibly charged. debuff 4
I got in my car, spoke with my mom on the way home, and when I got home and parked, a sort of anguish began to well up.
There was no sadness. I wasn't distraught, or upset. My only remorse was that death can be crueler to some more than others. But that had nothing to do with my emotional state.
Mr. Chicken walked outside toward my car to check on me. I opened the car door, and began to have a small thing of being disgusted with how much I took in, realizing what was coming and trying to calm my breathing. I told him basically that I needed to cry. He acted like everything was cool, which I appreciated very much. We walked in the house, and when I got to our bedroom, the ugly crying exploded out. All of the misery, the grief, anguish I had mismanaged that day transferred to me, and it had to come out. Immediately.
It's not something I can describe. There's nothing like it. You're not sad, it has nothing to do with you. It's like... you just.. it's like empathy on crack. You feel and take in so much that it's like a fucking ghost pokemon attacked you and you just feel this... heavy... gut wrenching, emotional agony. And it weighs you down. I was holding my head, wanting to like... emotionally fart everything out of me.
I started hopping up and down singing shake it off by taylor swift, shaking my arms and wrists as I cried. Like trying to shake insects off of me that wouldn't leg go.
Mr. Chicken was near me throughout, speaking to me, being present. His presence was comforting. He knew there wasn't much he could say, because the source wasn't mine. So he remained patient. Idk if he realized that him being there emanated a warmth that felt like my soul or whatever was desperately feeding off of, but yeah. Then I'd calm down a bit. And then a debuff would tick, and I'd curl up and wail again. It went on for like 20 mins? Half an hour? On and off.
The whole time, my brain is on overload trying to analyze everything that's happening, being hyper-self aware. But little by little, it felt like more and more would release, and leave me.
WORTH IT.
In all the time I've been there, I've never felt it so hard like that. And the thing that needs to be understood is .... people who commit to this field are people who put themselves in roles to be pillars of support, for many different reasons, but also because they can manage the emotions that come with doing so. However, I also have the capacity to empathize HARD. That's normally something that's a good thing, but if left unchecked can leave you open to ghost pokemon attack fatigue.
Man.... If I didn't believe in energies before then, that day would've changed my mind.
Not saying ghosts or spiritual shit. But like... I don't even know. Just. Vibes lol. WAVES. I don't know! That thing you feel when someone is staring at you. Or when someone's standing behind you. You feel it. A thing. A heaviness. That. That is 100% real.
It just. Phew. Yeah. But it made me think back on the day of that conversation me and someone else had. There will be days when you go home, and you will cry. And yeah. That was my first.
Finally, as Mr. Chicken held me while I cried into his shirt, he goes "oh by the way, you have a package that came in." That kinda woke me up a little bit, and I turned around to see a chonky package by my desk. Confused, I go to examine it, wondering what it was. There wasn't anything I had ordered recently that would come in such chonky packaging...
I look at the sender.
It's from Suzy. aka Mort3mer. I go, OH! It's my shirt!
Still confused because my order was smol. Did it come in a cardboard thingie? I start to cut open the package, peek inside
Did I just compare that to a psychic ghost type pokemon attack? Yes. Because I don't know what else to compare it to.
The next one happened mid day. Anguish took its toll and manifested physically, with a minor domino in its wake. We did what we do to honor our commitment to our family, though undoubtedly, the ordeal left the air around us tainted. Going into stoic protection mode temporarily gave me tunnel vision for just them. Without realizing, that was debuff 2 stagnating, and stacking subconsciously on the first debuff from earlier that morning.
3rd one, unexpected, had to be addressed during my service where, without realizing, anguish crept into my soul as I allowed myself vulnerability to be with someone, and what they needed, so very very much in that moment. I watched as one of my counselors assisted me, but finishing up, I felt for them so very deeply and wanted to hold them up with everything I could give. They needed it. And one day I would also be in their shoes. debuff 3.
To finish the day, I visited with someone who, under pretenses, realistically didn't need me there, but I wanted to tell this person who could no longer hear it, that everything was okay now. I caressed their hair for a few moments, hoping that if they were to be nearby, it would be some comfort, albeit small. I silently prayed for them, I don't know to what. Then I walked out of this, our most sacred room, my soul feeling heavy, and incredibly charged. debuff 4
I got in my car, spoke with my mom on the way home, and when I got home and parked, a sort of anguish began to well up.
There was no sadness. I wasn't distraught, or upset. My only remorse was that death can be crueler to some more than others. But that had nothing to do with my emotional state.
Mr. Chicken walked outside toward my car to check on me. I opened the car door, and began to have a small thing of being disgusted with how much I took in, realizing what was coming and trying to calm my breathing. I told him basically that I needed to cry. He acted like everything was cool, which I appreciated very much. We walked in the house, and when I got to our bedroom, the ugly crying exploded out. All of the misery, the grief, anguish I had mismanaged that day transferred to me, and it had to come out. Immediately.
It's not something I can describe. There's nothing like it. You're not sad, it has nothing to do with you. It's like... you just.. it's like empathy on crack. You feel and take in so much that it's like a fucking ghost pokemon attacked you and you just feel this... heavy... gut wrenching, emotional agony. And it weighs you down. I was holding my head, wanting to like... emotionally fart everything out of me.
I started hopping up and down singing shake it off by taylor swift, shaking my arms and wrists as I cried. Like trying to shake insects off of me that wouldn't leg go.
Mr. Chicken was near me throughout, speaking to me, being present. His presence was comforting. He knew there wasn't much he could say, because the source wasn't mine. So he remained patient. Idk if he realized that him being there emanated a warmth that felt like my soul or whatever was desperately feeding off of, but yeah. Then I'd calm down a bit. And then a debuff would tick, and I'd curl up and wail again. It went on for like 20 mins? Half an hour? On and off.
The whole time, my brain is on overload trying to analyze everything that's happening, being hyper-self aware. But little by little, it felt like more and more would release, and leave me.
WORTH IT.
In all the time I've been there, I've never felt it so hard like that. And the thing that needs to be understood is .... people who commit to this field are people who put themselves in roles to be pillars of support, for many different reasons, but also because they can manage the emotions that come with doing so. However, I also have the capacity to empathize HARD. That's normally something that's a good thing, but if left unchecked can leave you open to ghost pokemon attack fatigue.
Man.... If I didn't believe in energies before then, that day would've changed my mind.
Not saying ghosts or spiritual shit. But like... I don't even know. Just. Vibes lol. WAVES. I don't know! That thing you feel when someone is staring at you. Or when someone's standing behind you. You feel it. A thing. A heaviness. That. That is 100% real.
It just. Phew. Yeah. But it made me think back on the day of that conversation me and someone else had. There will be days when you go home, and you will cry. And yeah. That was my first.
Finally, as Mr. Chicken held me while I cried into his shirt, he goes "oh by the way, you have a package that came in." That kinda woke me up a little bit, and I turned around to see a chonky package by my desk. Confused, I go to examine it, wondering what it was. There wasn't anything I had ordered recently that would come in such chonky packaging...
I look at the sender.
It's from Suzy. aka Mort3mer. I go, OH! It's my shirt!
Still confused because my order was smol. Did it come in a cardboard thingie? I start to cut open the package, peek inside
... and collapse to the ground and cry again LOL. I don't even look at what's inside, I just see parts of things that are more than juut my shirt, and I just. POLARITY, FOLKS.
Went from one extreme to the other and oh my god. I screamed.
Went from one extreme to the other and oh my god. I screamed.
Turns out, Suzy sent me a butt load of stuff from her business Psychic Circle Oddities. Frogk me all the way. AND with the sweetest little note
SO CYOO. THANK YOU SUZY.
UHHH, YEAH. THERE'S ONE ADVENTURE :D
UHHH, YEAH. THERE'S ONE ADVENTURE :D
That, in all honesty, brought me back and helped very much that evening. It was like balance was restoring lol. I like balance. Balance is dope.
SO YEAH. THAT'S THE OPENER. HOW'S EVERYONE DOING?
Honestly, it's all worth it. I love what I do. The end :D
SO YEAH. THAT'S THE OPENER. HOW'S EVERYONE DOING?
Honestly, it's all worth it. I love what I do. The end :D
We had beer afterwards.
It was my excuse to try the new pumpkin ale I got from Trader Joe's.
Tre fucking good
LOOK.
I had to. Last year, I remember seeing really cute Peanuts stuff but for whatever reason, I didn't buy it. This year though... this year, I remembered last year, and how I regretted not grabbing stuff when I saw it. I did that again this year lol, but went back! Now, NO REGARTS
Look at it, it's so cyoo omg.
I should make a spooky Snoopy for my desk...
Look at it, it's so cyoo omg.
I should make a spooky Snoopy for my desk...
Speaking of making stuff for my desk, I got bit in the ass to make clay stuff again. It comes and goes. This time, I had no idea what I wanted to create. Only that watching Over the Garden Wall inspired me with their color palette and pumpkins and spooky stuff. So I knew I wanted something with a pumpkin. But also some sort of clown or jester or mime. With a ruffled collar. But also a ghost.
So this guy started coming together.
I didn't know if I wanted a ghost emerging out of a jack-o-lantern, or a ghost wearing a pumpkin head? But the only way the ruffles would work is if they were beneath the pumpkin head. So went with that. No clue what I wanted to ghost to look like or do, so went with old reliable western ghost shape and just... kept going.
I didn't know if I wanted a ghost emerging out of a jack-o-lantern, or a ghost wearing a pumpkin head? But the only way the ruffles would work is if they were beneath the pumpkin head. So went with that. No clue what I wanted to ghost to look like or do, so went with old reliable western ghost shape and just... kept going.
After I baked it, color and detail were the most challenging. Because.. I can't visualize or fathom what I want lol.
End result:
He's pretty cute. I messed up a lot, but for the most part, he's cool. I wanna make more, but gotta organize what I want. I know I want more circus-y, jester-y type buddies. I have an idea, but in execution, idk how well it'll work. Idk. We'll see.
I put him next to one of my pieces I'm most proud of.
Baby unicorn skeletons lmao.
If I liked unicorns more, and like, was motivated enough to paint and detail, that anatomy sculpture would actually hold up really well. It has a lot of potential. So. Anyone who likes unicorns, but like... skeletal ones... 99 cent store is for you.
They also had these gnomes I hadn't seen before. Ceramic! They're so funny lol. I'm kinda sad I didn't grab some for our garden. I might go back :P
If I liked unicorns more, and like, was motivated enough to paint and detail, that anatomy sculpture would actually hold up really well. It has a lot of potential. So. Anyone who likes unicorns, but like... skeletal ones... 99 cent store is for you.
They also had these gnomes I hadn't seen before. Ceramic! They're so funny lol. I'm kinda sad I didn't grab some for our garden. I might go back :P
I gotta stop doing that and just get shit when I see it lol.
Here's a happier mortuary adventure! They're actually quite often. This one was special. We have a new trade embalmer working with us, and when she arrived for her first day, she graced us with these amazing donuts!
Here's a happier mortuary adventure! They're actually quite often. This one was special. We have a new trade embalmer working with us, and when she arrived for her first day, she graced us with these amazing donuts!
I'm not the biggest fan of donuts. They're too sweet for me, but I did have half of a blueberry one. It took me 8 years to eat it, but it was yummy. Blueberry donuts are always my go-to. So, because she was so sweet, we all gathered to go give her an even bigger hello, with a proper screeching of gratitude and affections to welcome her to the family.
She wasn't expecting it. Which means we won :D
And lastly, Mr. Chicken and I celebrated our 4th year as a pair of gremlins, on the 26th.
There aren't really sufficient words to express our journey or growth together, how we orbit one another, or the paths we choose to take together. But damn, it's been the smoothest ride ever. I like to attribute a lot of that to where we are in our lives emotionally. We've both grown from our experiences, which have instilled confidence in ourselves to be able to radiate that outwards and uplift one another. We also fit each other. Private, introverted, confident nerds that wanna stay in our lane and live quietly, humbly.
It's chill. I'm so grateful for him. He's my dude. And it's dope that 4 years ago, he wanted me to be his chick. And now we're here.
AT ALL YOU CAN EAT SUSHI :D
It's chill. I'm so grateful for him. He's my dude. And it's dope that 4 years ago, he wanted me to be his chick. And now we're here.
AT ALL YOU CAN EAT SUSHI :D
Don't get me wrong. I can appreciate rolls. But nigiri is where it's at.
I'll eat yellowtail and toro forever pls and thank you.
I'll eat yellowtail and toro forever pls and thank you.
We exchanged anniversary gifts.
So dorky lol.
I got him a Mazda RX7 model kit to assemble. He ended up getting model paints so he can go nutso on the interior and the engine and stuff. I think he liked it!
And he got me LEDs for my car's foot wells ^_^
So dorky lol.
I got him a Mazda RX7 model kit to assemble. He ended up getting model paints so he can go nutso on the interior and the engine and stuff. I think he liked it!
And he got me LEDs for my car's foot wells ^_^
His are red. Mine are currently purple.
I looooooooooooove it. It took a lot on his part to get them installed, because it's been so hot outside and it's extremely uncomfortable to work in that heat. But he did it without complaining once, and made sure everything was set just right. He's so good to me. It looks really, really good!
And makes night time drives way comfier.
And makes night time drives way comfier.
I saw today that Mihoyo is doing stuff
other than bribing people to do free art for them under the guise of an
anniversary event.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Still hoping for Qiqi. Sigh.
| my smile is so derpy lol |
It's okay though, because I have Hu Tao. And she's precious. I wanna work for Wangsheng Funeral Parlor lol. We'd be great friends. BUT SHE'S NOT REAL :(
I'M RAMBLING.
Anywho. I hope you, dear reader, are having a chill week. Isn't Fall so yummy?? Shall we get comfy and play something now? :3





























