Office by Alex Penny
sigh
my application for health insurance was rejected on the basis of pre-existing conditions, big surprise, and my mom was all “you just had to exaggerate, didn’t you”
come on mom, the application asked “have you been diagnosed with depression”. I said “yes”. how is that exaggerating.
sighs
kaiser rejected my application for health insurance, just like I told my mom they would if I applied too early but she kept yelling at me to do it right away
sighs more
ow
there goes my shoulder and the left half of my body
ow ow ow ow owwwww
pops everything
grrr
mom starts ragging on me for not having submitted the health insurance application yet. I tell her that I found dubious legal language that could mean that applying now would give them the right to automatically reject me, and that it specifies I should already be off insurance when applying. She yells at me saying that they’ll reject me if my current insurance expires
well fine then, you want to tell me that I didn’t just read what I read and that I’m wrong when you haven’t even read the damn thing, then fine, I’ll go and submit the fucking thing and wait for them to reject me
as if I was planning on having health insurance for the next fucking year anyways.
when you spend years of your life being unable to be excited about your birthday because you getting older has become the longest-running in-joke in your family and your birthday in some far point in the future is the punchline
I have 14 years left to think of a way to either avoid the debacle entirely or turn the joke on them
I hate the every-now-and-then feeling of “I kind of want a romantic partner”, mostly because it is shortly followed by the inevitable “But I haven’t felt romantically inclined towards anyone for the past 4 years and I don’t want to go out with someone just for the sake of going out with someone, because that’d be extremely disingenuous”
aarrrrgggghhhhhhhhh
dismal spiral time
that emotional range between “I don’t want to be awake” and “I don’t want to go to sleep”