Regular programming.

I just finished eating an ungodly amount of biscuits, those chocolate biscuits, and I can't get the taste out of my mouth. Is this disgust?

Anyways, I didn't write to you yesterday and I do apologise. I was almost sad about it because I had a “streak” and I just ruined it, but how do they say it?

There's no need to feel down, the show must go on. 

All my devices were down in the morning, and I needed to charge everything—our transformer is spoiled, so there's absolutely no hope of getting light during the day. I went to charge my stuff at a charging spot and then I slept, I stayed on that bed from 10am till past 3pm. It helped that rain was falling most of the time.

When I finally woke up and went to get my stuff, I remembered that I had to follow my sister to church for a program, and let me just say, I honestly should have just stayed at home.

It was a “sisters program” and first of all, the first speaker spent her entire session talking about how feminism is bad and that it was started because “women are larger than men in terms of population size, and they needed more women in the workforce, so they told women they had to work.”

There's nothing my church likes more than propaganda and conspiracy theories. Throughout the session I just kept hoping nobody was taking her seriously. She said a bunch of nonsense and I'm not even joking or just being a hater. Then the next session was okay, until the speaker started saying things like “as a woman”.

It was even more ridiculous when he made this point about how “as a woman, you shouldn't work under the rain. If you're going somewhere and it's raining, call the person and tell them to wait.” Granted, nobody should be walking under heavy rain, but he was talking from the POV that you're going to see a man. If I'm going to school, will I call the lecturer and tell them that rain is falling and as a woman, I'm not supposed to walk under the rain? Everything was just about “man, man, man”. Ugh.

Anyways, halfway into the program, I noticed that I was having a fever and a headache, I was also feeling really tired at that point and I just wanted to be at home. We left the event at past 8pm. It was also raining a bit and I had to sort out several things that I was behind on because I was not on my phone for almost half of the day. It was giving me a headache. That's how my day went yesterday, there was no time to write the newsletter or send it.

Earlier today, I was just thinking about how it's easy to just do nothing and lie down all day. For example, I've been watching The Big Bang Theory all morning. Except for when I was cleaning the house, but still. I mean, I know what I want to do, but I don't want to do them. I just want to watch The Big Bang Theory, it's easier than learning something new or trying to do just do anything at all. All I have to do is lie down here. Easy peasy.

I've been seeing tweets on this whole birthday kini—I would look for the tweet, but I'm too lazy to do that. If you're chronically online, you probably know what I'm talking about. If you see it here, congrats! I defeated my laziness.

Anyways, I think the most embarrassing part is how the display name is “Ope’s Husband.” Now, everybody knows your husband doesn't really rate you like that. You can't even deny it, he even added the wallpaper where your picture is on it.

I'm joking (or am I?), but it's something I can't stop thinking about. How is the wife taking all of this? Do they move on like it's a normal day and say “crazy internet people?”, I'm genuinely curious. Oh, to be a fly in their house.

The thing with bringing your relationship issues to the internet (whether platonic or romantic) is that you have to be prepared for the worst. If you think it's just “A” side to it, people will show you that there's “C, D, S, U, P, X, Q” sides to it. Nothing is ever as it seems.

But that doesn't mean we should stop, right? No, let's continue. We need to know the wicked men amongst us. Don't stop.

Seriously though, there's something about sharing stories like this. You get to know what's normal and what's not. I'm pretty sure we've all had a moment where it clicked and we're like “oh, this person really doesn't give a fuck about me.”

We've all had that moment, but hopefully, your relationship wouldn't be the one that will be used as a teaching moment for the rest of us. You can share it with people close to you. Close friends. Family. Religious leaders. Therapists. Group chats. Just don't stop sharing, don't suffer in silence.

The funny thing is, I went to the man's profile and when I saw his bio, I was so confused. , That awkward “oh, okay.” It was even more funny when I saw that he was a CCI pastor. Ha.

Anyways, I'm going to stop typing now and pray to whatever god I've offended to have mercy on me, I've been going through a lot. Sigh. I desperately need this new week to be great (or at least, good). C’mon, it's my birthday week.

Let me know how your week has been.

See you tomorrow.

Bye x.