Creative writing student. She/her pronouns mostly (but they/them sometimes feels right and rarely feels wrong). Autistic. Queer / Lesbian. Jew-ish. Sometimes I draw stuff. I flit between different fixations and go on reblogging sprees about whatever has my attention right now. Topics include: Rusty Quill Gaming, Disco Elysium, Elder Scrolls, Boardwalk Empire, Lackadaisy, Dragon Age, The Magnus Archives, HTTYD, Gentleman Jack, World Mythology and Goblincore. I queue stuff when I'm not too lazy.
So while I was getting my haircut, the lady asked me if I had other plans for the day and I said:
“I’m just going to pick up the boy from daycare and then it’s date night.”
And the lady says “Oh! How old is he?”
“He’s three.”
“Mine too! Where are you registering him for kindergarten it’s such a hassle-”
And that’s when I realized I said “boy” and not “dog” because I always think of Charlie as “good boy” but this slip up has lead to a miscommunication.
The lady is now 6 minutes into a clearly needed rant about how unnecessarily complex shopping for schools is, esp when you have a neurodivergent child, so I can’t just tell her that Charlie is a dog because then she’ll feel awkward for unloading on me and she clearly has enough going on.
So the rest of the haircut became a game of “how much can I say about Charlie without revealing that he is not a human child?” And the answer is “enough to cover a half hour hair appointment, quite possibly several hours worth if I’m specific enough”
imagine if doorways grew back like scabbed over with fresh drywall and you had to keep carving them back out with a jabsaw to keep the doorway clear etc
its really cool that we discovered glass which is the material that doesnt have any chemical reactions with anything in the universe very useful for doing chemistry due to being able to put things in it to contain chemical reactions and never having it react with the things that are in it due to it being completely and entirely unreactive to every chemical