Tag: personal

Reminded again glancing at this jar on the counter, here’s another terminology difference I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to.

If someone had offered me a chocolate milkshake when I was little, and then handed me a glass of Nestlé Quik (as it was still branded)? I probably would have had a meltdown and not been given either thing for a while afterward. Just because it was far enough from what I was expecting.

And I still like chocolate milk well enough to have decided to try that store brand Nesquik knockoff, when I spotted some sweetened with Splenda. They’re both pretty good, but such different things to my mind that I can still find it startling to see flavored milk labeled as a milkshake after about 15 years of exposure 😅

(Even more of a surprise, if you’re expecting something else: the original sense, of an eggnog type concoction involving plenty of whiskey. Possibly not as freely handed out to kids, but you never know considering the time period. Call it a tonic…)

Again, not trying to go all prescriptivist. Other people are totally welcome to call it whatever they like, and likely get their own surprises eventually.

I was just reminded again of one example by a reblog, after thinking of it with one incidental line in another post the other day.

(It’s not common, the only time I’ve personally ever heard of it happening is with eye drops where one woman found the branded ones stung when she put them in, but the generic didn’t. That’s individual.)

Anyway, speaking of people often having very different needs and experiences, even when they’re dealing with very similar problems.

Mt mom and I both had pretty bad allergies. It kinda runs in the family. And particularly when certain types of pollen are in season, that often involves eye bullshit.

She was a big fan of OTC eyedrops for that, and felt like they helped a lot. To the point of trying to push them on me too whenever she needed to use them.

Nor only did I not find them helpful for allergy irritation, the type she liked (I don’t even remember the brand now) also stung my eyes like a sonofabitch.

She was apparently not sensitive to whatever was in there herself, so it was all “Stop being ridiculous! Look at your eyes! You need drops!” (More than once, cue her trying to put them in my eyes against my will, over further protest. After I was way too old for that to be remotely appropriate behavior.)

Sure, extra stinging and burning on top of the original problem will make everything better 😬

Not to mention that if you are already sensitized to some ingredient, further exposure is liable to cause worse reactions. When we’re talking about everyone involved being allergic to quite the variety of stuff, to begin with.

But yeah, she evidently didn’t think about any of that. Whatever works for her must work for other people. And it’s liable to be taken as criticism of what she’s doing if someone else says it’s not helpful/actively harmful to them.

That’s one way a lousy sense of boundaries and perspective taking dealing with other people can look. And there does seem to be a lot of that going around, to varying degrees.

Tonight’s bizarre Android app behavior, apparently: inadvertently fast reblogging posts while I’m just trying to scroll 🤔

(If anyone ends up wondering about reblog notifications for unusual stuff from me, that would be why. All deleted so far *fingers crossed*, but that’s happened multiple times already. Probably time for another break.)

I did just go ahead and order those shoes, before they ran completely out. A lot of the rest of that line apparently did sell out pretty quickly.

Belated gifts to 14-year-old me. Though that’s what Sharpies are for 😅

A bit of extra fun, though. The 7.5 was showing up as in stock, and the site let me add it to the basket (as seen here).
Only to inform me that it was really out of stock when I went to check out maybe 2 minutes later!

Either their system was really messed up, or I should have tried to buy that 5 minutes earlier.

The 8 should work, assuming the info I was finding is right and their UK sizes are exactly the same as US men’s. It’s been long enough since I bought any UK-sized Converse (trying them on) that I honestly don’t remember. Overall, it’s a crapshoot. And I don’t have any old shoe boxes around to check. We’ll see soon enough.

I was initially pretty glad to see the 7.5, though, since that’s what always worked best for me in Chucks. Assuming it was really the same as what they’re selling as a men’s 7.5 in the US.

Not looking forward to it, but I had better go ahead soon and try to retrieve some packages from a neighbor I don’t know that I’ve every talked to before 😕

Amazon not only split an order up into multiple packages for no obvious reason, they came while I was asleep and left them all at a neighbor’s. Glad they found somebody home at that time, but still. Wish the delivery person had just put them over the back gate again, since it hasn’t been rainy today or anything.

Perfect setup again to drive myself crazy: Mr. C is running late home without getting in touch (again). So, I delay finishing putting supper together–and crash my blood sugar (again)! 😈

Cue some shaky OCD fun.

As many times as variations on this exact same bullshit have happened, it still took me a while to recognize what was going on. (Again.)

Now at least I am fed and sitting down for a while. And I am already getting less looping garbage. Rationally pretty sure he’s fine, but just shit at remembering to text me once he’s caught up in something and/or after a couple of drinks. I’m not very happy with him right now, assuming he is fine.

Frustrating how this stuff can keep sneaking up on you, though.