Oturehua happened

Thursday the 3rd I had an unpleasant surprise of a stranger letting himself into my flat through the slightly dodgy lock.  It was unpleasant.  Would really help if other tenants actually left the security doors shut so people couldn’t just wander the stairs in the first place.

On the 4th I got up early for Baldur’s Gate 3’s release to get a bit of play in before heading off to Oturehua in the afternoon with Oliver and his lot for his annual birthday trip.

We got past Ranfurly, and ran out of sunlight, before there started to be snow on the ground.  We got there to it being very cold, the house having been empty since March and having fairly demolished rat poison in every room and semi-mummified mice in traps all around the house.

The weekend was too many people in too small a mud brick cottage.  It has two bedrooms.  On the Saturday night there were 15 people, though six of those were small children (a two year old, two three year old, two five year olds, and a six year old).

It was a bit much.

Too many people.

Far too many miniature people.

Too much political discussion that I tried to not be involved in and which involved people being very wrong, including an old friend revealing herself to have a secret right-wing underbelly she had been hiding. And choosing very weird political views to go all in on the defence of…..  left me less convinced of her smarts than I always had been before.

After three nights of discomfort on a fold out couch I got home on Monday night.

Since then things have mostly been Baldur’s Gate 3.

I did have a Clinical Psychologist therapy session, mostly just to go over that fact my assessment for ACC was done.  Diagnosis was very last couple of sessions heavy, which left me wondering if I had done an extremely bad job of opening up in the months of earlier sessions.

Also looking like it isn’t likely to get approved.  Not sure if that suggests the psychodynamic psychotherapist was seeing more trauma symptoms than I have, or if I had just done a better job of actually letting him into the garbage noise in my head.

Thursday this week I took a break from listening to the audiobook of  Red, White, and Royal Blue (because it is the viable was to reread a book while simultaneously playing Baldur’s Gate 3), to go to the birthday dinner of Jerm.  Someone I was sort of friends with a decade ago and have not had much to do with since.  I did not know any of his other friends, though semi-recognised a couple of faces.  It was all awkwardness.  I do not like group outings even when I know people, and new people are the worst.

On the walk home I decided to restart BG3 as time thinking made me realise I was too angry at my character and that I take computer games too seriously.

Also, slightly racy audiobooks make me very uncomfortable.  Out loud, raciness becomes unseemly smuttiness very quickly.

Friday night roleplaying, my character Exalted.  Went Solar, which was not what I was planning but is probably for the best - and I have to decide what his angelic left hand looks like….because mild body horror.

This evening, back when it was still the 12th, I went for dinner with Simon, Joe and Firmin.  And we watched the newly released movie of the previously mentioned racy book.  It stuck fairly close, just slashed out all the subplots and many side characters.  Also, the actors were a bit older that Red, White and Royal Blue’s 22ish year old protagonists.