Okay so last night I complained about being glued to my screen more than I’d like to be. So this morning I decided I’ll do something about it <3 the purpose of documenting it here is so that I hold myself accountable on my blog instead of writing it down in my notes app and negating it like two seconds later. And also so it’s easier for me to be like “bitch enough” whenever I catch myself scrolling through my Tumblr when I absolutely should not be. I plan on increasing these rules (progressive overload) or decreasing them (too much too soon) depending on results, but for the next week it’s:
Cannot get on my phone until I’ve drunk water, done my am skincare routine/taken my am shower, and taken my am supplements.
Phone in the morning for 15 minutes max. Otherwise I cannot be on my phone until noon (I wake up pretty early so this gives me like 4 hours of no phone time).
Also cannot get on my phone after noon unless I’ve studied at least two hours beforehand.
Need to study 2 hours for every 1 hour I’m on my phone until 6 pm.
Can use my phone liberally after 6 pm ONLY if I’ve: hit my study goals, done my Anki flash cards that are due, and finished my workout (or walk) of the day. Otherwise, the previous rule applies.
Need to read a book for at least 30 minutes in the day. This can be thrown in whenever, but preferably before bed.
Need to set aside 20 minutes after 6 pm to do pm skincare routine/take pm shower.
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I ever tell y'all about the time I got a guy dumped?
Story time!
This is an oldie. Early aughts. I was working at a comic shop. We had a guy who came in regularly who would ask for the full-time comics guy. If he was there, this dude would NOT acknowledge me. Even if I rang him up.
One time, he basically tested me to see if I was worthy of his attention. He listed comics, and I kept going, basically, "No, I haven't read that, but I heard it's good" or "No, haven't read that, but that sounds cool."
It was very clear that because I wasn't lined up exactly with his tastes, he didn't trust me. My having jugs likely made this more difficult for him. Like, one night, rather than just buying what he wanted and have me ring him up, he said, "Hey is [the full-time guy] here?" and I said, "Lemme check," when the answer was 'Yes, but off-duty.' Dude came to the front of the shop to say hi and then he got stuck by this dude talking comics at him and then being like, 'You can just check me out right?'
Once the guy was out of the store, full-time dude turned to me and said, "Hey, I'm sorry that happened. I should have let you at least check him out so he doesn't think he can act that way."
I assured him it was fine. "He acts like that even when I do check him out," is I think what I said. "I know you've got my back. You don't need to have it for him."
We fist-bumped, the rest of the night was chill.
A few weeks later, I was working the closing shift, and fuckboy comes back in. He has someone with him this time. She says, "Why are we stopping here? You said we were going to dinner."
"We are," he says. "Just let me look around for a minute."
She is clearly not into it. I haven't said hi to fuckboy because I know what he's like, so I end up saying hi to her and asking, "Hey, do you read comics?"
And he scoffs, "No," before she can answer. And she looks at him like she wants to murder him.
"Well, I obviously read comics or I wouldn't be working here," I said to her. "So, what do you do for fun?"
And she and I have a pleasant chat for a few minutes. Meanwhile, this guy is piling trades in his arms like crazy, and she's side-eyeing the pile, and I KNEW something shitty was about to happen.
He finally comes up to the counter with a stack of 7 or 8 trades. This is a couple hundred dollars of comics. He sets them on the counter, and the girlfriend says, "Um, can you afford those AND dinner?"
"No," he says. "We'll just go home after this."
"But you said you were taking me to dinner."
"I changed my mind."
"Dump him," I blurted out. I truly hadn't meant to, but it fell out of my mouth anyway.
She tried to laugh it off. "Oh, that's funny."
He was glaring at me, but joke was on him. He had literally been the worst, and I didn't care. "I'm not joking," I said. I looked her dead in the eyes. "He said he would take you to dinner, then he brought you here when it's clearly not a hobby you share, and now he's deciding comics are more important than taking you to the dinner you were supposed to be going to. Dump him."
Fuckboy had zero answer. She just looked dumbstruck that anyone would challenge him. I rung him up, took his money, and told her to have a great night.
He walked back in a couple of weeks later and refused to even look at me. The full-time guy was working, so I went to the back to sort some back issues until fuckboy was gone. When he left, the full-time guy came back to me and said, "He says you ruined his relationship."
Me, suddenly remembering the last time he came in. "I told his girlfriend to dump him for being an asshole."
"She dumped him. He says it's your fault."
I laughed my ass off.
Epilogue: She came in a few months later with a different guy. They had just started dating. They'd met for lunch, and he said he was a fan of comics, and she remembered our shop, so she said he should visit. He asked if she wanted to go with him. She came in with him, and he clearly had a great time looking at what we had, but he also said to her, "Hey, I know you said you aren't into comics, but you said you really like biographies, so you might flip thorough Persepolis if you get bored."
And I was just like, "Dude, you nailed it. You fucking nailed it. "
I have no idea if they stayed together, but it was a nice bonus to getting her away from fuckboy.
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