An Armadillo Armor

"In what ways, large or small, did you armor yourself (i.e., set important boundaries) this month?"

It's a silly thing, but significant to me.

Hanging out with friends at the coffee shop last night, we talked about cartoons (as nerds wont to do). I managed to find a really good essay about some aspects of this cartoon that we feverishly discussed. Problem was, it was the first half of an article series. I could not find "Part 2," anywhere, much as I tried. So, as if a white woman came into my sushi restaurant demanding a sword to Kill Bill, I broke my blood oath.

I dove back into tumblr.

To be fair, this was entirely my fault. I went looking to the place where I thought I'd find the missing piece I remembered reading, and it was... to be nice about it, a hive of a Star Wars Reference. So I wasn't surprised that I ran into the messy stuff: drama, tea spilled, receipts, shots fired, strays caught, the whole shebang. What did (and it shouldn't have, really) was all the stuff I was not familiar with-- new to me. I lived through that clusterfuck, and only the start of it; clearly it carried on long after I bounced.

"Not today, Satan," I whispered as I closed all ten tabs of futile searching, "We'll need to reschedule."

So, you can say that's a boundary I set. I can do without drudging up old hurts and retraumatizing myself.