LINK: why bother?
Currently listening to: Don’t Bother – Shakira
She’s got the kind of look that defies gravity
She’s the greatest cook
And she’s fat free (Fat free, fat free, fat free)
Preface: annoyance
Sometimes, I think my male friends make better friends than my female friends. There’s less comparison and judgment, fewer unspoken expectations or tally-keeping… what they say is usually what they mean and what you see is what you get.
For almost a decade, I’ve been telling people I’m gluten-free. To be fair, the last couple of years, I haven’t been as strict as I should’ve been, but still. Suzanne used to straight up scoff whenever I talked about gluten causing inflammation, brain fog, and how dairy and gluten don’t sit well with us (Koreans) genetically. Authentic Korean food does not have any dairy in it and the fact that we now have all this cheese and cream added to the foods is causing physical issues for many people. Anyway, she’d roll her eyes like I was being a drama queen. Fast forward nine years and guess who is now gluten-free? Yes. Suzanne. Oh, and she also dropped 15 pounds. Cool. I love that for her.
Same thing with the travel and credit card hacks. When I first met Five Star, she really took me under her wing and taught me how to maximize AMEX points, book flights for less money or points, and get actual value out of hotels and its perks. I shared this knowledge with Suzanne and Brenda because I don’t gatekeep. Their response? That I was too boujee… too extra. And now? Suzanne’s out there posting on her stories about the lounges she’s been to with her Capital One Venture X card.
I genuinely don’t mind sharing information. If I learn something useful, I want people to benefit from it too. Brenda jokes that Suzanne wants to be like me, and IDK what to think about that but damn. Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it, ya know?
On top of that, my Gen X friends are in the midst of perimenopause right and that shit looks awful. I don’t know whether to be scared or start mentally preparing. The mood swings, the exhaustion (fuck, I’ve already got fatigue due to my anemia), and menty b’s that they’re having… it’s a total mind fuck. My mom had a total hysterectomy in her late 30’s because of large ovarian cysts bursting and causing severe bleeding, so I feel fortunate that I didn’t inherit that nightmare because I don’t think I have more red blood cells to bleed out. But watching my friends go through this era is really eye-opening. It’s one thing when it’s my patients but when it’s my close friends, it’s something else.
I try to offer suggestions to help minimize the symptoms but they aren’t trying to hear about it. They kindly tell me to fuck off and to just listen. So now I just sit there, nod, and let them vent about their boyfriends or husbands.
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