Eeh.... yeah
served my duty as an autistic artist and made a bunch of autism creature reaction images
I went to a local metal show with some friends and not only was it fun as hell but also it reminded me what Eddie’s character is supposed to emulate. Super stardom never really fit his character to me personally, he seems like the type of person to really wanna connect with the people that go to his shows, all local venues and stuff. This is just kind of a ramble but yeah I don’t know love the guy :)
Listen I love rock star Eddie and author Eddie and voice actor Eddie and TikToker Eddie and Generally Beloved and Acclaimed in his Field Celebrity Eddie but I also follow this tiny metal record store on Instagram and all of their posts are the same photo of their storefront with captions like “the store is currently open” or “the store is currently closed” and in my heart of hearts this is the future I want for Eddie Munson.
Hello!!! I just got back from taking a shower and also having a full blown meltdown because of said shower. For some context before we get started, my showers are typically scorching hot. A few more details include:
cold water drains my spoons in a way it has absolutely to right to.
I have curly hair (important for later)
I had attempted to take a shower already today.
I went to a baseball awards ceremony for my cousin, three resell stores, and gone swimming at a family member's house.
I've been out of spoons for the past several weeks. I cannot remember the last time I woke up and felt like I had enough to get through the day.
Okay, back to the present. I get home from swimming, scroll on Tumblr for a bit, then decide I'll try taking a shower again. I'd tried already this morning and no matter what I did I could not get the water to heat up, the nozzle was being weird, and I was low on time. I threw my hair into a brain, deciding it wasn't a battle worth fighting. I went to the ceremony, had some fun shopping with my mom for the first time in a while, and had a great time swimming with my siblings. Overall, it was a great day, but even things that make you happy can take up your spoons (or so my therapist said), and it checked out because I was pretty done with all the excitement of the day. I love Saturdays, but they're me time, and I don't really like having plans when I should be reading dark romance novels and marauder fanfics to scrape up what little energy I can manage. I decide to try out my shower again, hoping that maybe it was just a one time, leave it alone for a bit and it'll be fixed thing.
It defiantly wasn't.
The water was still cold as fuck and the nozzle was doing a weird 360 thing and I just wasn't having it. Still, I needed to shower. So I stuck it out for a bit and just dealt with it.
I got my body washed without any big problems (keyword big. I'd been on the verge of tears basically the whole time), but then came washing my hair. First and foremost, I was now shivering my ass off and very much done with cold water. Secondly, I'd been swimming in a salt water pool, which made my hair clump together and dense. Overall, just not an easy task to wash it. By this point, I was sobbing, clutching a towel clutched to my chest because my emotional support 3D printed T-rex was on the counter, had soap in my eyes, and didn't want to be doing this anymore, so I finished up as quickly as I could. Obviously, my hair isn't as well washed as I would like, so I'm not too pleased with that, but I have to work on calming down and washing soup out of my eyes.
I manage to calm down, but now, if I wasn't before, I'm definitely freezing my buttocks off. I speed through getting dressed, putting on the warmest clothes I have, and them work on getting products in my nightmare inducing hair.
It doesn't help, because I now have gross, sticky stuff on my hands, and I have REALLY bad sensory issues regarding my hands in particular. Still, I push through it because I'm still working on unmasking when i'm alone and not forcing myself to do what I know is too much for me. I then get more frustrated because my hair is too wet for it to defuse and I have to dry it again, with gross stickiness still on my hands, and whoops, I'm crying again because I stepped in the tiniest fucking puddle, and of course I'm at that point because why wouldn't I be?
Anyway, am I overreacting?