buck up

I think I’ve realized something.
So much of our time and energy is devoted to being OK, to being content.
But: it seems every-time I break down and admit that things aren’t OK, and I’m in a miserable mood, things actually start to get better.
It is a little counter-intuitive to do, and so much of the world is set up to punish whining…
But it seems it is better, and nobler to be humble than to pretend to be strong and resilient - when you’re not.
Anybody who tells you to buck up is an idiot.
In vaguely related news, I have finished my zine (now I just need to get to the complex task of copying and stapling). It’s theme ended up being absolutely nothing to do with what I was talking about before, but I am very proud of how it’s turning out.
I have also fielded an invitation to take a two day shopping holiday across the border in Buffalo. Yay.