My week has been a mess of confusion. Serious highs, joys and some plummeting lows. I'm confused for the most part, feeling a little disoriented and unsure.
Sunday I discovered Ecstatic Dance and as I posted earlier, it was complete joy. I was able to rearrange my work schedule to attend the next one and my nephew and I are talking about going up to Hawi together to experience the dance up there.
Work sucked. I felt like everybody I worked with was dismissive of me this week and disrespectful.
I ran into someone I worked with at my old job who told me that the third person hired to replace me is now gone and they have basically had to hire three people now to do the job I used to do by myself. I'm not going to say I'm irreplaceable but damn...
Last night in conversation my brother said
1. There's no such thing as cultural appropriation.
2. Ariana Grande was not a victim in the attack at her concert because she once said she hates America so she deserves what she gets.
I've seen a lot of people on Twitter blaming A. Grande for that statement and for being inappropriately pretty/sexy and suggesting a crazy man with a bomb is somehow her fault.
Would someone tell me where the fuck these people lost their souls and maybe we can dig in the dark to try and find them?
My weight has been fluctuating between 203 and 204 for 2 weeks. I'm frustrated.
I'm reading The Story Sisters by Alice Hoffman and it's breaking my heart.
Did I mention that my brother's compassion for humanity has disappeared? I love the man but I'm starting to wonder why.