Better Call Jimmy: Spotted on I-25 today in the ABQ. That hairpiece is so good, you might not recognize him, but that’s everyone’s fav criminal lawyer, Saul Goodman, known in the pre-BrBa timeline as James “Jimmy” McGill. And yup, the phone number works. Give it a ring! (x)
OH MY GODDDDDDDDDD
This was the last picture I took on my phone before I tragically shattered the screen due to an ill-advised/timed toss. This seems to happen to me once a year since I’ve owned an iphone, usually at perfectly unideal times, like when I’m on vacation in a beautiful place that’s also one of my favorites in the world.
I lived in Hawaii for two years and it’s felt like home ever since, and each time I go back feels formative and timely. Being 24 makes my status as unmarried and kidless (both things I am happy to be) a little weird in my family, though. Nobody really knows how to treat me except for my youngest sister, and least of all my parents, who are still micromanaging and overbearing about both trivial and essential things.
But, way worse than the behaviors of my family are my own reactions to them, which are always exaggerated, bordering on the extremely irrational, and at worst on the self-harmful. My resting state doesn’t contain a lot of love for myself, and certainly doesn’t feel like a useful adulthood, so being treated like a child by my family just confirms the worst pieces of my inner monologue, and it just feels catastrophic and hopeless.
This has been both a good and terrible mental health week. Comic-con next week basically marks the end of a really, really good and interesting summer. Then reality creeps back in.