Christmas in Middle Earth
We went around with Patty doing ...what do you call them? Holy crap it's bad...errands.
We stopped at GoodWill, got a black chenille scarf, an embroidered denim bag for our books, and an VHS copy of The Hobbit, the old 70s Ralph Bakshi cartoon version of it. Feel kinda silly about that last.
Since accessories are half off, the scarf was 1$, the bag 2$ (& the movie 2$, not an accessory!)
We were going through some of the thoughts we'd been having (For a few centuries), of not sending cards, knowing events are coming up but not being prepared for them--like people's birthdays, Christmas, etc.
--And then someone is like, well, it's okay. Lol, they weren't just saying it, we got the reaffirming feeling. I hope we all get to be that relaxed about it all. I still don't get it, and I feel like there is an event around Xmas that must be buried down there, and pulling strings to mess us up so much about it. We did one year completely forget to buy youngest sibling a Christmas gift. This was just unthinkable. I still can't figure out why it happened. I still have the feeling that I cannot get out of that trap, out of doing it again.
It wasn't the money, someone must have been mad at him. I just can't figure out why. It almost must have been legitimate. I guess. WE don't just lie about stuff do we? WE don't just make up reasons to hate people.
This was like 30 years ago and we still don't have the confidence that we can make a list and send everyone a card, or even think of a gift to give them even if we had unlimited funds.
On about Dec. 23rd, we went to a coffee shop that was a little hike away. Liz had promised someone to take them there. We didn't know who. We have been aware (this is Ty) for sometime that there is a Viggo, or at least that we sure could see someone who looked exactly like Viggo Mortensen.
Then on Dec. 27 (Liz thought it was her who had the lucky number 27, it always did (sis) seem like it was lucky for her), but we get this guy come up. And we get some Birthday ideas and ... we just know, we're pretty sure this is the Aragorn soulbond in the system. We are so hung up on Lord of the Rings, it's been an obsession since Liz was 12 or 13 when she first read it. Anyway, the phrase "KEY PLAYER" came up also, pretty loud and clear. This makes sense. We know there are people who have just not made themselves known, who are definitely around and up a lot.
And then the next day or so, we saw a little Hobbit girl face, well, maybe an older girl. She was youngish, but halfway looking like the proportion of Gollum's face. She had a grey ectoplasm covering her mouth, and trailing away from it and connected to it.
Kind of sickening, but this is evidence of overeating, the one who is just honking down the Christmas cookies and whatnot. And ate this whole sausage yesterday morning. It's so sad because we cannot keep enough food in the house sometimes, and she is so thin.
But it's adding layers to the body.
Really we feel it's all emotional eating, feeling trapped since we've been back at home with the older brother (older bother). He's unbelievable, the lying and stealing, the abuse.
Just thinking of him makes us feel hopeless.
well, enough of that.
We had a decent year, actually, Liz realized she is multiple, fully realized. Then basically fell into finding really good therapy. She's had some darned bad therapy before, lots of it. Not for multiplicity.
And she's glad she didn't find her multiplicity with most of the jerks she consulted. They just were not open to the idea she wasn't making herself sick. Gad we feel bitter.
We feel guilty too. We told our friend Patty we got ourselves a 20$ boombox for Christmas. WE have to return it as the lid keeps opening and staying open, is defective. But we didn't feel we could tell her we got a DVD player that was a bit more expensive. WE feel like we're lying. Why can't we be honest? I feel like I could tell my other friends that, why not Patty?
We stopped at GoodWill, got a black chenille scarf, an embroidered denim bag for our books, and an VHS copy of The Hobbit, the old 70s Ralph Bakshi cartoon version of it. Feel kinda silly about that last.
Since accessories are half off, the scarf was 1$, the bag 2$ (& the movie 2$, not an accessory!)
We were going through some of the thoughts we'd been having (For a few centuries), of not sending cards, knowing events are coming up but not being prepared for them--like people's birthdays, Christmas, etc.
--And then someone is like, well, it's okay. Lol, they weren't just saying it, we got the reaffirming feeling. I hope we all get to be that relaxed about it all. I still don't get it, and I feel like there is an event around Xmas that must be buried down there, and pulling strings to mess us up so much about it. We did one year completely forget to buy youngest sibling a Christmas gift. This was just unthinkable. I still can't figure out why it happened. I still have the feeling that I cannot get out of that trap, out of doing it again.
It wasn't the money, someone must have been mad at him. I just can't figure out why. It almost must have been legitimate. I guess. WE don't just lie about stuff do we? WE don't just make up reasons to hate people.
This was like 30 years ago and we still don't have the confidence that we can make a list and send everyone a card, or even think of a gift to give them even if we had unlimited funds.
On about Dec. 23rd, we went to a coffee shop that was a little hike away. Liz had promised someone to take them there. We didn't know who. We have been aware (this is Ty) for sometime that there is a Viggo, or at least that we sure could see someone who looked exactly like Viggo Mortensen.
Then on Dec. 27 (Liz thought it was her who had the lucky number 27, it always did (sis) seem like it was lucky for her), but we get this guy come up. And we get some Birthday ideas and ... we just know, we're pretty sure this is the Aragorn soulbond in the system. We are so hung up on Lord of the Rings, it's been an obsession since Liz was 12 or 13 when she first read it. Anyway, the phrase "KEY PLAYER" came up also, pretty loud and clear. This makes sense. We know there are people who have just not made themselves known, who are definitely around and up a lot.
And then the next day or so, we saw a little Hobbit girl face, well, maybe an older girl. She was youngish, but halfway looking like the proportion of Gollum's face. She had a grey ectoplasm covering her mouth, and trailing away from it and connected to it.
Kind of sickening, but this is evidence of overeating, the one who is just honking down the Christmas cookies and whatnot. And ate this whole sausage yesterday morning. It's so sad because we cannot keep enough food in the house sometimes, and she is so thin.
But it's adding layers to the body.
Really we feel it's all emotional eating, feeling trapped since we've been back at home with the older brother (older bother). He's unbelievable, the lying and stealing, the abuse.
Just thinking of him makes us feel hopeless.
well, enough of that.
We had a decent year, actually, Liz realized she is multiple, fully realized. Then basically fell into finding really good therapy. She's had some darned bad therapy before, lots of it. Not for multiplicity.
And she's glad she didn't find her multiplicity with most of the jerks she consulted. They just were not open to the idea she wasn't making herself sick. Gad we feel bitter.
We feel guilty too. We told our friend Patty we got ourselves a 20$ boombox for Christmas. WE have to return it as the lid keeps opening and staying open, is defective. But we didn't feel we could tell her we got a DVD player that was a bit more expensive. WE feel like we're lying. Why can't we be honest? I feel like I could tell my other friends that, why not Patty?