I had a fairly anxious weekend, but I didn’t let it devolve into something worse. That doesn’t sound very interesting, but in the context of the last few months that’s fucking celebration-worthy victory.
I stuck some profiles on a few dating sites. I’m not really serious. No one wants to date an unemployed guy who doesn’t own a car and is struggling to find treatment for his mental illnesses. But they got a little interest, and even a fake ego boost is still an ego boost. It also gave me the opportunity to look at myself objectively in those “self-summary” boxes. And even though I’m far too fucking negative to actually sell myself, I’m remembering that it’s a product of decades of misfiring chemicals; it makes me a little less ashamed of not just putting “horrible, desperate mess” there. Again, little victories.