Slice of Life – Help, I Need An Adult!

Friday Morning Word Vomit

It’s funny how, by the time the air starts to chill and the leaves start to fall, I completely forget how badly autumn and winter terrorize my struggling immune system. I always seem to forget the perpetual cold or flu that keeps me down about 80% of the season, remembering instead only the happy parts of the colder months. The hot drinks and warm sweaters, cuddling my husband in front of a fire, holidays, festivals, and markets. Then the first cold hits, and I have to break out my nebulizer because Covid ravaged my once healing lungs and I won’t survive the winter without my albuterol.

I think I’ll be lucky if I see 65 the way things are going.

I got a new job. Part-time. I don’t like it. Yes, it’s true, I don’t like to work. Or, at least, I don’t like to work the jobs society deems appropriate for someone like me. Lately I’ve been focusing more on my writing, and that’s how I want to make my living. I have this fantasy where my husband’s band gets signed, gets big, and I can spend my days raising my child and doing creative things in relative comfort.

It feels wrong to dream about it, mainly because I know that it’s not realistic or statistically likely to happen. Out of the millions of creatives around the world, what gives me the right to think I can make it? Sure, I could have a solid 15 minutes, after which I’d fade back into obscurity, back to retail, back to being chronically sick every winter because my body can’t handle constant human interaction like a normal body can.

I think what bothers me the most about that fantasy is that it feels like it has too much in common with the American individualist fantasy that paints the common blue-collar worker as a temporarily inconvenienced billionaire. If he just works harder, he can join that big club. He’s really one of them, you know. That’s why he doesn’t care about the homeless or the immigrant or the starving child. Their existence only drags him down.

I don’t have that mindset, but having my own fantasy about pulling my family out of poverty almost feels like a betrayal to others like me. Any time I find myself scheming up ways to get my daughter into the best school in the state because I want her to be safe and well educated, I recoil, disgusted with myself for even considering mingling with that lifestyle.

Lately, I’ve been feeling more confident. I’ve gotten it in my mind that maybe I can get all my stories done and published. I could make connections. I’ve found it mind-bogglingly easy to talk to certain people, something I’ve never been able to do before. I prefer friendships over career connections, but I know that’s how the world works, as much as I hate it.

Sometimes I think I’m dying, and I’m terrified I’ll die before I get any of my stories finished. I think about sitting down one day and writing out detailed plots and character sheets, just in case I croak. My family can pull a V.C. Andrews and live comfortably on whatever a ghostwriter pumps out. I’ve been posting finished (albeit rough and unedited) chapters of various stories on my VampFreaks (not, not VampireFreaks) blog before I post/publish them elsewhere. Just in case.

Anyway, I have to get ready for work. Another thing I forget I hate about this season is the emphasis on capitalism. The busier the closer the holidays get, the ruder the customers get. And when you work a retail job that involves big spenders, you’re further reminded why you hate the wealthy.

Eat the rich, y’all.

I put this in my drafts and forgot to publish it. It’s now Monday morning. 🤘🏻🤦🏻‍♀️

Hanging Out With One Of The Few Elusive Elder Goths Left In Delaware

He said he used to be roommates with Morrissey. Called him a cunt. 🤘🏻

Thrift Shop Finds From My Camera Roll

Inspired by my first post of interesting thrift store/antique shop finds, here are some interesting things I found and didn’t buy over the years. Most for good reason.

I’m going to be completely honest, I’m not sure if I took this photo or not. I found it in my camera roll and it does look familiar. The shop it’s in looks like one I frequented about 10 years ago and the quality it on par with photos take on my old Samsung keyboard phone from roughly 12 years ago. If I did take this photo, I’m surprised I didn’t take the doll home.

This one confuses me. Is it a weird perspective or is she super short?

Yikes! Extra yikes to the fact that he looks like one of my exes on that back photo.

I now own 4 vintage black cat figurines, just not these.

Yikes on bikes! Sadly, this is probably the 5th Klan group photo I’ve found in my many years of antiquing.

I’d be lying to myself if I said I didn’t love these wonderfully tacky mugs, especially the Hebrew (?) Wizard.

He was delightfully whimsical and I regret not taking him home.

I’m also kicking myself for not adopting these terrible and wonderful Star Trek bears.

Pinwheels are for babies. Saw wheels are for men.

There was a strong weed aroma when I took the lid off.

I had no clue what they were when I found them. Being a fan of VC Andrews and Amanda Palmer, I should really be ashamed of myself.

A blast from the past. Strawbridge’s went out of business in 2006. This dress looked like it was from the late 90s at best and still had the tags. Grandma was clearly a hoarder.

I actually bought this one. We call him Heroin Dog.

Probably the coolest things I ever found at Goodwill, but at the time I didn’t think I would ever have kids.

I feel bad for the weeb that had this made. I don’t know if it’s a character or original digital art they wanted to display, but it turned out bad. So, so bad.

Speaking of weebs, finding this brought a tear to my eye. I loved this comic as a teenager. I might go back and read it again.

I was heavily pregnant when we found this. We were about to take it home until we realized it was broken in multiple places. So sad.

I don’t know if this counts, but here are some shots from my favorite booth at the flea market in my hometown.

I can’t imagine what kind of person keeps a framed picture of General Patton in their ho- my dad. My dad would keep a framed picture of General Patton in his home… He probably has one somewhere.

September Antique/Thrift Shop Finds

I used to go to antique shops almost every weekend. Even if I didn’t buy anything, it was just something that made me happy. Sadly, I don’t get out much anymore. I want to make it a habit to go at least once a month. So here are some weird and wonderful things I found at various antique and thrift shops.