if there’s anything i’ve learned from this pandemic it’s that major historical events are very tiring
*deep sigh*
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I’ve spent the past few years worrying about timelines, appearances and thoughts about me that weren’t my business. I felt no self-security & lost the core of who I was in trying to keep up with life. Although what’s happening in the world is a tragic time in human history, I see the beauty of this break in the rat race. For once, i can hear myself breathe and feel the energy of nature. I look in the mirror and smile at my reflection and feel humility as flashbacks of my life experiences flow through me. This is a trying time, but it’s also a beautiful time to reflect, appreciate who you are, where you’ve been and where you’re going. It’s the right time to love yourself unconditionally & give thanks for blessings life has given you to wake up in health today. I hope you all continue to stay safe and wholeheartedly connect with the love & life you deserve.
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Self Isolation day 11
Hope ya like the weird photo! Really realizing how much I love my hair. Wake up, messy, hat hair, or even this weird sex looking hair!
I’m now trying to recount the events of my day. Among watching random videos, a few episodes of shows and playing Pokemon and CoD, I found myself revisiting my old daily routine.
Old is before I moved out over a year ago. Wake up, grab a coffee, hop on CoD WWII and shiny hunt Pokemon on the side. I used to do this at my dads before I worked really.
So today was mostly that, I had my coffee was on my computer and such then didnt play CoD till later or start with shiny hunt I can do on the side till later. I prepared for it all though and started this night!
I’m doing fossil shiny hunting where I have 30 fossils, I repeatedly press A and get them turned into Pokemon and check if shiny, if they are not then I reset the game. Very easy to do but VERY time consuming as the odds are 1/4096. However, it’s just pressing A! So I started tonight playing Call of Duty I loved, listening to my favourite horror narrators on Youtube and starting the hunt! Already over 300 fossils, so will hopefully get it in no time!
That was essentially my day. I’ll be back to my old gaming routine and I kind of love it. Hope everyone is keeping well and as always if I can be of any help please message me! Send asks, anons, message, message on Kik Nitemvre to chat or ask anything! I do pretty well in isolation myself though I know we don’t share the same boat always.
Tip of the day! Keep a journal or a diary! Would be good to start on day 1 but never too late! See what you’ve done, write down what you wish you could do that day and make sure you do things you wanted when this is all over! Stay healthy, stay happy, much love! Stay inside!
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https://www.instagram.com/p/B-Z22jeDVw1/?igshid=14c7zhr4tvmo30It simultaneously feels like it’s been one week and one year of this not leaving the house 95% of the time thing. It’s completely necessary, and I know that it will help keep EVERYONE safe. It’s hard, though.
Distance learning continues to be a challenge. However, 26 of my 27 students are completing work and communicating with me/one another pretty regularly, and that is something to be really happy about. I feel like I can only take some of the credit for it, because they’re such an intrinsically-motivated group of kids generally. But it feels really good that they’re remaining engaged even though we’re not physically together in the classroom anymore.
Today, we’re expecting to hear some news from our administration regarding increased expectations for teachers during this time. I think we are going to be required to set daily office hours (which I’ve already done) and start teaching live online - unsure how long/how often/what exactly that will look like. I’m not opposed to it, but concerned about the increased demands this will place on teachers, students, and families during an already unprecedented and incredibly stressful time.
This Friday is a no-school day and next week is our spring break. It’ll be nice to have some time off from virtually working, but it’s not like we can go anywhere or do anything away from home. I’m trying to throw myself into my hobbies right now: writing, reading, piano/guitar, video games (lately, Sims 4 and Witcher 3), puzzles, and cooking. We’ve been trying to walk outside every day, and I also created a playlist of pregnancy/prenatal workout videos that I want to start doing with some regularity. I also downloaded the Moment app to track my screen time, as it’s far too easy to let it get out of control during this time.
Currently 7 weeks + 1 day along in my pregnancy. First actual OB appointment is next Monday. I’m excited and nervous. My symptoms have improved since week 4/5 when they were rougher, but I do get nausea if I go too long without eating, and I’m still EXHAUSTED most of the time. I’m taking naps when I feel like I really have to, but I know it would be super easy to spend all day sleeping and I don’t want to do that because for me, it makes for really shitty mental health and a poor mental state.
That’s probably it for now. So thankful for my doggies, my husband, and our health/our families’ health. Also SO thankful for technology, the Internet, and social media for allowing me to stay in touch with my family and friends during this challenging time.
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𝖳𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗅𝗈𝗅.
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Compendium 1, Volume 1: Days Gone By (Issue 6 of 6)
The group holds a funeral for Amy, and Jim starts to succumb to his bite wound.
Shane and Rick get into a heated argument over whether or not to move the camp, and tempers boil over.
Super Trooper Rick (injuries so far)
- Shane punches Rick in the face, possibly breaking his nose
Location, Location, Location
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Westside Reservoir Park: the majority of the issue takes place at the camp, but they cross the tracks to lay Jim to rest on the edge of the city
Gunshots: 2 (2 blams)
- 1 rabbit
- 1 human kill
Zombie Kills: 0
Human Kills: 2
- Jim wants the group to leave him behind so he can turn into a zombie; he says this is the only way he can be with his family again… (off screen)
- Shane has a breakdown, blaming Rick for everything that went wrong and trying to kill him; Carl shoots him in the neck, saving his dad’s life
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Atlanta Group Members (12/15)
Animal Kills: 1
- Rabbit
Zombie Bites: 0
What’s in a Name?
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They do not refer to zombies by any name this issue
Timeline
- I’ll update this as I learn new information, but I think I have a general timeline worked out
- August 2003: The outbreak begins, people begin turning into zombies
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September 2003: Rick is shot and placed in a medically induced coma. The outbreak isn’t bad enough to raise any red flags; everyone goes about their lives, business as usual.
- Early October 2003: Things start to get bad.
- Mid-October 2003: Lori, Carl, and Shane head off to Atlanta
- Late October 2003: Harrison Memorial Hospital is abandoned
- October 31, 2003: Rick’s IV runs dry, and he wakes up from his coma. He is caught up to date by Morgan, and heads down to Atlanta in search of his wife and son.
- November 1, 2003: Rick arrives in Atlanta, but it’s been overrun by zombies. He is saved by Glenn who brings him back to his camp on the outskirts of town; there, Rick is reunited with Lori and Carl
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November 2, 2003: Rick and Shane go hunting, and the camp is ambushed by a lone zombie. Everyone is woefully underprepared.
- November 3, 2003: Rick and Glenn go into the city center to raid a gun store so everyone can be armed and trained in self defense.
- November 27, 2003: Target practice is going well. That night, the camp is attacked by a small horde of zombies. Amy and Jim are both bitten; she bleeds out and dies, Jim’s is minor enough that he survives the night.
- November 28, 2003: The group holds a funeral for Amy. Rick and Shane argue over whether or not to pack up camp and move out; Rick wants to leave, Shane insists they stay because the government will rescue them soon. Jim is succumbing to his bite, and asks to be abandoned in the woods so he can turn into a zombie and be reunited with his dead family.
- November 29, 2003: Shane has a mental breakdown and decides he has to kill rick; before Rick showed up, everything was fine. They had hope, he had Lori, none of the problems started until Rick came back. Carl shoots him in the neck so save his daddy.
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As the girls can’t visit the hair salons for now, we can expect an exponential curve of ponytails. The CDC will compile daily statistics by monitoring the selfies.
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Wow it was just about two decades ago when I first met my nephew. He wasn’t my nephew yet he was one of the twins of my former brothers very beautiful and intelligent girlfriend and soon to be fiancé. They had invited me up to their single bedroom home in Beacon, I think for thanksgiving. Quick aside this was before I had learned about the cult-like history in his girlfriends past where they didn’t celebrate things like holidays.
I remember his best friend was named Oscar this maybe Latino dude a bit quirky but he had passed my muster in not being a total deadbeat. I still feel strongly that the people you surround yourself with reflect your own character. And my other former sibling surrounded himself with clear losers.
Kelly’s twins were paternal not identical and it was so curious to me that one was dark-skinned and one was light-skinned this physical duality also mirrored their significantly different personalities even so young they were their own people. I thought naturally I’d have an infinity for Marcus the darker twin because I had experienced the colorism that we don’t like to talk about in Black families and was of course rooting for team dark-skin!
Justice’s shy temperament and more sensitive nature mirrored my own behavior at his single digit age. Both of the boys were adorable as you tend to be at that age and I enjoyed rough housing with them in my siblings very sparse living room.
As I think of this time, it reminds me there was a time before my anxiety about eating in public and I’m realizing that some of my anxieties may have been caused by the traumas and injustices I faced by the hands of the ones who I thought should be taking care of my interest. Silly me.
We shared a meal and I ate but didn’t stuff myself always being conscious about watching my weight. And afterwards we played my Justice League Monopoly a great after dinner game for friends and family. They day I met my nephew was a happy day and a very fond memory before everything went to shit.
Now this is the moment I should probably recount those shitty things but you know I don’t feel like rehashing the past and the poor decisions others made that effected me so negatively. So let’s skip ahead twelve years. Marcus has become a young minister at the Kingdom Hall and besides being an amazing student is a beacon of heteromantic role models, playing sports and ministering with vigor as he goes out on missions, handing out tracts and surpassing quotas.
Justice has become more and more aloof had stopped going to the Hall and his once pristine grades had begun to dip and I had begun to think in our brief contact that he may be queer so it wasn’t a surprise when his uncle called me and told me that his parents had put him out the house right on his eighteenth birthday. Damn!
The marriage was started amidst homo-anatagonistic roots and had produced a queer son who was an anathema to the doctrines and dogma of the families faith. The same faith that made me a pariah at the nuptials had claimed another victim. And even though my other former brother set up a call with me and my allegedly queer nephew there was no foundation for the boy to trust me or even know me. As I had predicted so many long years ago the start of their marriage dictated by his grandmother had ended up in me being frozen out of my siblings life and when the coupling produced a child, I had met him less than a handful of times.
Here I wanted to assist my nephew but his parents had succeeded in him not getting to know me, and my assistance fell on very deaf ears and a young man who was very isolated felt even more isolated and I was horrified because there wasn’t anything more I could do. I can’t make a bond where there isn’t one, no matter how much I wanted that.
Someone had offered me a place to stay an offer that I later took them up on, so I wanted to pay it forward and I offered my nephew the same. When we spoke about this years later he said he had no recollection of this offer and I told him I wasn’t surprised he had just been rejected by his entire family and even though I was offering a lifeline he didn’t really know me from Adam and his trust in family had been so obliterated, that my earnest offer was like no offer at all because it held no value in his head. Because the seed was set that “family” equals pain. And who in their right mind would deliberately walk towards pain?
I had lost before I began but the urge for me to be a better uncle than my aunts and uncles always made me want to strive to attempt to be there for nieces and nephews even though I had continually been ousted, because I can only see children at the pleasure of their parents.
Uncles and Aunts hold no legal sway with our court system unless they have legal custody of one of their siblings children. I learned this the hard way when I lost visitation rights with my youngest former siblings children and took the grandmother to court with the kids great grandmother to attempt to get the rights to see the kids. I wouldn’t see those kids again for ten years and then only briefly.
I did try to keep in touch with Justice the uncle he didn’t know very well, and I know he secretly resented for being just like him. But one more card marked “Return to Sender”, had all but wiped out my will to continually chase after kids that clearly didn’t want this uncle in their lives, albeit that decision was being made for them.
His number was disconnected and his social media presence was seemingly non-existent. I probably didn’t do a durable search being so disheartened about trying to connect with a family that didn’t seem to want me and I apologize for my human frailty in this moment. But it’s not because I didn’t want to find him, I had lost the hope that I ever would.
I think his cousin had mentioned his brother and I had a photo of my light-skinned twinned nephew at what looked like some university, in a cap and gown and I wept that it seemed like he had made it through even though he was discarded like yesterday’s trash. I contacted his twin and asked about contact information and was told he could only be found on SnapChat I set up an account just to get in touch with him called UncleTrevor674.
I wanted to reconnect with him let him know I had been looking for him without success. And albeit his current internet presence was more robust I was missing the keywords Beacon and Florida. I didn’t know he had went down south for a few years and curiously enough had returned to Beacon. I saw now that adding these words did indeed make him easier to find but my own pain and hurt didn’t allow me the clarity to think of these things. I was excited to reconnect with him and attempt to have the relationship with him that I had been denied for so long.
But this was seemingly doomed because by my very nature of being his uncle I was the enemy, albeit when checking the receipts I had never done anything untoward to him. I was grouped in with all the people who had done wrong by him and even though I had tried repeatedly to be present and show an interest in his life, his friends, his interest, the damage had already been done. And my open hand was met with hostility and displaced anger, a pattern I knew all too well from my interactions with my former siblings who seemed to blame me for the fact that we were separated as children here again I was the target of the wrath of a young man whom I only wanted to connect with and support as best I could, and try to be the uncle to him that I never had.
His past traumas were much louder than the love and support that I offered and to protect myself I had to do the most painful thing I had to ever do with a niece or nephew I had to withdraw from the relationship and hope that time would heal the wounds that I didn’t cause, and that maybe someday I would get back the nephew I had actually lost decades ago but just never knew it.
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