How To Tell That I Am Sad – A Conversation

After a sad and disappointing thing happened…

Me: I’m just really sad.

Captain Thoughtful: I know sweetheart. Me too. It’s ok for us to be sad about this.

Me: I know but – listen, I didn’t even floss last night.

Captain Thoughtful: Oh! Oh my goodness. What can I do? Can I do anything? Tell me what you need.

And that folks, is how you know I am *really* sad. If I don’t floss, it’s basically the apocalypse and everyone is doomed. Except it wasn’t really the apocalypse, obvs, but sometimes the sad things that happen to us feel earth shattering so it was like a personal apocalypse. A tiny personal apocalypse involving two humans and a very confused but snuggly dog. Happily, those two humans love each other (and the dog) and support each other (and the dog – who is a freeloader and doesn’t even contribute financially to the family) and I only went one night without flossing so probably everything will work out in the end.

Oh, and also, this is my 1,000th post on Girl on the Contrary. What a gorgeous journey it has been and I’m looking forward to 1,000 more (if blogging is even still a thing in 7 years which is how long I assume it will take me to write 1,000 posts and probably there will be an actual apocalypse before then and if that is the case then Hail Xorbula! or whomever our alien overlords are (but my money is on Xorbula)).

Here Is A Thought On A Friday

Today my thought is really more like a letter. A love letter.

Dear Canada,

I have been missing from this blog for a little over a year, but when I took a peek at my stats during that time, I noticed one country had not abandoned me and, indeed, had the most views on this blog even though there was nothing new to read. Can you guess which country that was Canada? It was you. You Canada. You kept visiting and reading through old posts and just really hung in there with me. And I love you for that. You also have delicious maple syrup – like really delicious – and I love you for that too. Thank you, truly. (For both the blog support and the maple syrup)

Love,

GotC

P.S. Just – a huge THANK YOU to everyone who welcomed me back to the blogging world so warmly and enthusiastically. I missed y’all.  HEART.

Don’t Call It A Comeback

Or, you know, do because I actually think it would be eminently fair to call this a comeback since I have been gone and now I have….come back. Hello again! I honest to goodness have no idea if anyone is still out there but if you are, you’re the coolest and I appreciate your patience as I took time off from blogging to become a therapist.

Just let that sink in a bit.

I, GotC, am a licensed therapist. I have a noise cancelling machine and everything. It’s totally legit. And after two years of non-stop research, classwork, and clinical hours I was able to sum up my theory of therapy to this:

“Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”

Which I think it a pretty good indicator that I’m still me.

 

Humor Blank

First of all, I’m so sorry I have been absent for so long. My only excuse is that I have been at a complete humor blank lately. Also, I was at a conference last week so that kept me busy.

I did write one thing that I thought was funny last week but I wasted it on Facebook. Sorry again. If you’re interested, it was this: Some people shyly mingle the first day of a conference. I make a beeline for the bar with a shoe covered in my blood.

I’ll try to be funny again ASAP.

Xx

GotC

Ch-Ch-Changes

So, there is a bit of a new look here at GotC. I like it. I am aware that the picture is a bit pixilated though…. I’m working on it. OR – maybe it’s an artistic choice I made to remark on the nature of our digital online personas. I’m deep like that y’all.