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The other little ways

February 12th, 2018

With Valentine’s Day coming up, I’m reminded of earlier in my relationship with my husband. When we first started dating, we treated it as a special day and gave each other little gifts and planned where to have dinner. After a few years, that kind of died off, and I found myself annoyed at him. I knew he wasn’t the romantic type, but I told him that I wish he’d at least put in a little effort once in a while.

For a couple years after that, he would buy me flowers, but then that’d trail off again. However, I had come to realize that he shows he cares in other ways, and that I shouldn’t try to lump him into what I see other people doing. Sure, he doesn’t buy me flowers, he doesn’t compliment the way I look, he doesn’t do anything romantic, but those aren’t the things he cares about. As many of you know, we’re both really into gaming, and I’ve noticed that’s where he puts in the effort instead.

(Side note: my husband works from home twice a week. This fact will make a couple of these stories make more sense.)


[chatting online during work]
Me: Ugh, I forgot to update my graphics drivers last night to fix that Destiny 2 issue. Remind me to do it when I get home.
Husband: Want me to update them for you right now?
Me: Oh… yeah, sure. Thanks.


[just getting home from work]
Husband: Sam wants to play Left 4 Dead 2 tonight.
Me: Whoa, we haven’t played that in forever. I’m going to have to re-install it.
Husband: I already installed it for you.
Me: Oh! Thanks!


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When hobbies are no longer fun

July 17th, 2017

At some point in my life, I began making an important distinction about activities I was passionate about. Which ones are purely for myself, and which ones am I willing to be paid for? Ideally, it’d be great if they overlapped, but it’s not always the case. Money changes things. It changes your expectations; it changes your clients’ expectations; it can make you hate things you used to enjoy.

During college, I freelanced in webdesign to make some extra money. Sometimes it felt great to be able to make different designs, and some of my clients were wonderful. Some were absolutely miserable to work with, and some would ask me to make hideous designs. I was working with people I didn’t like and making designs I was not proud of. Shortly after graduating, I stopped completely because I couldn’t stand it anymore, and I had a full time job already. If I am to continue webdesign, it needed to be for myself, no one else.

I’ve also had people on multiple occasions bug me to take on baking or cosplay commissions and to open some sort of shop. I know it might seem like “easy money” since it’s something I enjoy, but people don’t realize that it’s not that simple nor is it always desirable. For one, tending to a shop and keeping up with commissions is a lot of work. Two, I already have a full time job that depletes my energy almost every weekday. And three, when do I get time for myself?

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I am an adult, therefore…

July 18th, 2016

…I will watch cartoons, collect stuffed animals, play video games, and eat sugary cereal. Also, talk about stupid things like poop.

Me: I feel like we talk about poop more often than we should.
Coworker: Nonsense, we’re adults. We can talk about poop all we want.

Because seriously, why the hell not? I’ve realized recently that one of my biggest pet peeves is when people view something as a “children’s” thing and then think it’s silly for adults to enjoy it too.

Animation seems to take the brunt of it. That’s always been weird to me because so much work goes into animating shows and movies, and most of them have stories that can be enjoyed by any age. Just because something is children-friendly doesn’t mean it’s only for kids.

I’m sure some of you have re-watched an old Disney movie, and thought, “wait, was that joke always there? Did I miss that as a child??”

Pretty sure I didn't know what a hookah was as a child

Pretty sure I didn’t know what a hookah was as a child

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