Extraordinarily happy with the latest @cinnamonspots.com sticker pack I was able to snag "Clever girl" was my main grab, but since they're commissioned in larger packs, I figured few more meme ones wouldn't hurt
Even worst case scenario of cooking a particularly terrible meal, is the shits. I might shit myself. Throw up maybe. Lets go then. Lets make that dough.
And so like, while I would say I am a very flexible person who thrives in change and seeks it out, I'm extremely bad at ever instituting it, because of The Consequences, which are, literally endless. Every single choice I make will butterfly effect the rest of my life, and there's so goddamn many.
Buying clothes? 12/10 difficulty. Not only will I have to deal with wearing them, picking for the occasion and place and time, but worse still, I might have to choose to *not* wear them ever - accept that it was a bad buy, then guilt trip myself over the difficulty of throwing it out as waste.
And it's not just if they break. It's bad enough that once I made a decision, I often need to be able to roughly remember the context of that decision. Why did I use that specific library instead of something else? Why is it on this specific machine? Was there ever another iteration?
What if I shape my environment in ways I won't like? What if I won't like any of the options? And just how long would a mistake haunt me for? Some shitty scripts at work I wrote literally early into COVID (almost 5 years ago! Fucking hell!!!), haunt me to this day.
Meanwhile, even just something completely without consequences; like picking a wallpaper for my computer or my phone? Nightmare. Difficulty 7/10 action. I'll have to live with that choice until I decide it's time to change it again, and that's a really difficult goddamn choice unto itself!
This is, apparently, to me, a massive relief. Even if I made poor choices and fuck it up, it will be very soon gone. Even if I the other people don't like it, they get one, at most couple shots at judging it, and it's gone. I feel safe to try and fail because I won't have to live with it for long.
If I cook a meal, in a day or a few it will be gone. It doesn't matter if I put in a lot of effort or winged it, it doesn't matter if I was inspired or boring doing it, it doesn't matter if I nailed it or fucked up - in just mere days, it will be off my mental horizon and, at best, a memory.