As long as I’ve been alive, the pronounds “They/Them” have been reserved for unique instances. It’s been used as a plural, a general non-specific pronoun, singular indefinite antecedent, and to protect an individual’s identity. These instances have been pretty codified in our minds from school. It was always incorrect to use “They” to refer to an individual that can be addressed with “He/She”. Historically, the structures that we establish to define our world have taken a lot of time and consideration before catching up to what’s been accepted as the norm. As time goes on, that gap narrows, and our knowledge body adapts faster than ever. If you check baseline dictionaries these days, such as “Oxford English” and “Merriam Webster”, you’ll see that along with the usual plural, indefinite antecedent, and anonymous referral, they’ve added “They/Them” as correctly identifying people who are non-binary. The gap has officially closed, grammar has caught up with popular reference, and you can’t back out of this extra set of pronouns by using grammar as an excuse.

We have a house picked out and it’s now “pending”. Once it’s finished and has certificate of occupancy, we’re moving in. It’s going to be a beautiful, huge, awesome house. Four bedrooms, two and a half bath, all your regular rooms plus an extra “flex” room. It’s perfect. The person I’m establishing my life with couldn’t be more perfect for me. The deadline of moving out of my soggy apartment draws nigh. I couldn’t be happier.

Glad I got the last post off my chest. Now it’s nothing but looking onward and upward, and I get to do it with my best friend and the best partner ever. I think 2020 and most of 2021 has proven fairly awful for a lot of people, but I can honestly say that 2020 and on has been some of the best times in my life, even the difficult parts. Fifteen days left until keys get returned. Crazy.

Holy balls, what a bunch of weeks. Time just slips by and I just about can’t account for where it went.

My shitty landlord did me a favor, though. The morons who live above me yet again had an “issue” which caused torrential flooding of my unit. Subsequently, the morons at Hartman-Tyner Village Squire maintenance neglected to check my unit or notify me in any way that the unit above mine had a serious flooding incident. I came home one day and a cold chill yeeted up my spine as every foot-fall yield a cacaphony of “sploosh” sounds. Of course, the jackasses didn’t do much more than tear the old carpet up and put floor fans down to “dry out” the absolute clusterfuck. That was really all I needed to advance my move-out date by a month or two.

It feels like 80% of my existence revolves around my job. I realize that’s not true. I understand that a lot of my simple day-to-day activities are basically just self-care and necessary duties for myself and my offspring. I dunno. Things just feel very “pinned down”. I haven’t worked remotely much. I haven’t been furloughed. I haven’t skipped a beat. Yet all this forward career momentum is incredibly abrasive without all the niceties I enjoyed pre-COVID. It’s incredibly difficult. I just want to be able to go to my local bar and do a trivia night with my girlfriend. I just want to take her to a movie and to dinner. I want to take my kids to waterparks. I want to be human again, and not a burnt-out cog. Maybe I just complain too much. I dunno. I guess I should get back to work.

Man, I have to say that Cancun is easily one of the coolest places to visit on the planet. The moment you land in the airport you smell floral green-ness everywhere. You’re literally landing in the jungle. I need to post some pictures from the trip soon. I guess this is just a ping to make sure people know my plane didn’t go down in the Yucatan jungle or anything like that. But I’ll definitely be posting pictures ASAP.

I’m definitely not posting here while I’m on vacation. If I post anything, it’ll come after I’ve collected some awesome pictures. The main point being that the stuff I usually cover is also really irritating. I guess this post is really no exception to that sentiment.

The next two days are going to drag by so slowly. I can feel it already. Time is slipping by at a snail’s pace, almost maliciously, seemingly with the intention of driving me insane. Dammit.

I’m hoping that a week of digital detox will allow me more tolerance for my hobbies as well as my career. Staring at a screen all day is starting to make it difficult for me to engage in the type of learning I enjoy outside of work. I can’t complain too badly, as my line of work is pretty well right up my alley.