Someone I sort of know joined telegram and made me realise that all the many people from my contact list who were in telegram had been homos, by turning up on it and probably not being a homo (he has wife and kids - though maybe does read a little bent).
It had not occurred to me until then how homo telegram was.
And now it seems weird.
I mean I joined it purely for an ex who stopped having an Apple and asked to to install telegram as an iMessage substitute, and I had mostly just thought of it in those terms. It is just cross platform iMessage. Later one of my other friends was glad I had it as he felt it was better on the privacy/security front than anything in the facebook wheelhouse. I don't know any of the technicals so just assumed his giant nerdishness was right.
Somehow I missed the fact that everyone I had on there was a homo until someone who wasn't came along.
I talk to too many homos.
Sunday I only got up and dressed at dinner time after Dad had called to warn he intended to take me out for dinner. So family Sunday dinner at the Rope and Twine place in South Dunedin that used to be Robbies. The Eton Mess that I had for desert was surprisingly satisfying.
Monday was PJs all day and achieving bugger all. Played a little Pokemon Sword for the first time in a while because they have a new event on and I actually want the G-Max Gengar, but am unlikely to put in enough effort to actually get it.
And I made dinner using the locust pasta I bought at the farmer's market. Disappointingly, locust flour pasta tastes just like regular pasta.
Today I made it up and to class on time. I had even done the readings. Class wasn't all that interesting though there was another mature student in the class and he commented a lot. So much. About his "as a queer person" opinions on everything. He is basically what I had planned to be before I remembered I have crippling social anxiety.
Then lunch with Greer and the miniature human who lives faceplanted in her chest. I had katsu curry. It was good, and a very good conversation was had. Greer is one of the easiest people to talk to. She is definitely a candidate should I ever feel the need to make a clone army.
Then group therapy, but my ride for dinner just arrived so I will have to get back to this later.
[edit] Home from dinner.
Group therapy is now over. Was the last group. People were awkwardly too huggy at the end, was far more physical than I am really comfortable - while still totally 'normal'.
I feel I had had a story in mind before I left but whatever it is has escaped my brain since.
I started home from group and bumped into the only one of Shitlord's friends who I feel I have successfully stolen. I can't talk to his people without seeming both very bitter and still very in love with the arsehole. Which is a little embarrassing. Somehow hearing Shitlord still talks about me just makes me angry. He didn't have the decency to feel the love he kept promising me that I had, so he could at least just forget me already. I mean, yes, I rant about him a lot still. But I loved that arsehole and gave him everything I had to give, I fucking earned the right to rant about him as long as I need to.
Still too many emotions, and I don't want any of them.
Got home, write the above and then went to dinner at Nando's with Simon, Joe and Firmin. I got a half chicken and coleslaw, it was good. Though I will admit I was disappointed when Simon actually ate all his peri-peri chips for once. I was hopeful for a few leftover chips. Says me, who took far longer than anyone else to eat my meal as it was.
Then back to Simon and Joe's so we could all sit an watch Contagion (2011). It is an okay film, in spite of Matt Damon.
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