Lili Saintcrow @lilithsaintcrow@raggedfeathers.com

Once you hit “send”, anything you say goes on a server and is out of your control. It’s out there FOREVER, because the internet never forgets.

Spend a little time NOW thinking about what you want to keep private.

*Then* there’s the Rando Calrissians, the harassers and shit-stirrers looking for new victims to fuel their own engagement numbers and need for sweet sweet indignation, and the outright nutbars.

And that doesn’t even cover the people who are just lonely and genuinely want a connection you can’t give because you have a life to live and work to do.

Being a public person, in any degree, is a risky business. You absolutely cannot control the emotional agendas of people who will seek contact with you, and you *will* get burned more than once.

“They are building a you in their minds that only bears a tenuous connection to the person you are behind closed doors…” https://publishingishard.substack.com/p/do-it-on-purpose

(Adulthood has *some* perks. I never have to eat a soggy-ass margarine insult in place of real grilled cheese ever again, thank you all gods old and new.)

(This thought brought to you by a very hungry Lili who has deep and passionate opinions about the proper way to make a grilled cheese sandwich.)

That would be awful. Because grilled cheese sandwiches are SO good.

Can Doctor Strange make himself a grilled cheese sandwich so sublime he rolls back time to have it again and again until he gets tired of grilled cheese and never wants it again?

Good thing I put “lunch” on my to-do list or I would have forgotten it.

Monday being itself, all over again, and all.

Most of all, I’m tired of the myth that the dispossessed are somehow supposed to take time out from sheer survival to fix all the bullshit.

The world is absolutely worth saving. I just don’t think anyone will, and I’m very tired.

Also sighted: Seagulls come inland and on the lookout for a quick snack, two murderously enraged hummingbirds, winter-lean squirrels giving chase, and traces of snow lingering if one knows where to look.

As for today’s run, it was very slow, and I had a lot of time to think. There’s even some alyssum still blooming, in a particular microbiome. Draggled, but still holding on.

It’s hilarious when the breeze is up, because both dogs are like “INVISIBLE THING TOUCHING ME, MUM MAKE IT STAAAAAAAHP!!!onety!1!”

Morning Walk Report: Jonquils bloomed between yesterday and today, both dogs attempting to herd me with hip-checks AND upset that the wind is touching them.

In which I am working because I can’t bother with resting, and kindness is the easiest state.

Kindness, Escape https://www.lilithsaintcrow.com/2021/02/kindness-escape/

Just typed “we’re entering the second year of lockdown” in an email this morning and had to stop for a moment, trying to breathe. *sigh*

They’re probably right, but I really would like to get some coffee in…