I even knew!

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After getting ready and going out, slowly as I suggested, I drove to the DMV. No cars there, none. I knew they must be closed but did not know why. Out of the vehicle and up to the door I strode. "We have temporarily moved to such and such." Well, okay. So, back in the vehicle and to such and such. Hmm, no cars here either. Let me guess, they moved again. Out I go and up I stride. "We will be closed on Labor Day." As I said, I knew that. I knew it was labor day on the 7th, I just did not equate the 7th with today is all. I hope it makes all you who do the same darned thing feel better?

I drove around trying to decide what to do. Look around in a gun shop, Wal-Mart, or some other merchant provider? No, I would simply spend money, something I cannot do until I get this apartment straightened out. Stop somewhere to eat? Yes, but not first. Ah ha! I could look for a place to get a haircut! And so I did. I look and feel human again. It is cooler too. And it will be much cheaper (in shampoo and time) to clean. I had wanted a haircut before I went in for the new drivers license as well. Done and done, my ears are visible to others and my bangs are no longer visible to me. All good.

I suppose I could take some things over to storage, do laundry, or who knows. But I am really tired today. I guess it will simply be another day of rest, other than the haircut. I did stop and buy some of the good Mexican food, though this time I was more careful about how much I ate. Not careful enough as it seems, my eyes are trying to sneak shut as I write. I will stay up until 22:00 or 23:00 though, as now that I am sleeping in single long periods, I can more easily change my nights back into days with a little effort.

Someone was confused about what it was, exactly, that my mother did for me. They wondered if her actions had changed the course of the events in my life. I corrected them but thought I should add something here. She did not really change who I was, she just taught me to be quiet about it at least until I was strong enough to make the decision on my own and wise enough to seek a safer place in which to do that. Frankly, she made it so I could handle myself against aggression and understood the risks, thereby not becoming a target at too early of an age. And, no, I really think she honestly hated doing it. Where we lived, such things were dangerous, truly. As an adult, she has been very caring and has wished me only the best in whatever choices I might have needed to make. And before the therapist, too, she was rather lenient in this regard. I made the decision on my own, considering what I think of as right and wrong, what I saw in my schooling about such matters, and other things. Though I might say God played His hand in things too. He does, you know. She did not, in any way, change my ways or such when the time for the decision was at hand or through the discipline.

Have a great day! Oh, yeah, I hope your holiday weekend was fun.