I'm an idiot: at winter the temps will drop too low for most of my plants to survive as I planned in my previous post.
Stupid. Maybe I'm too retarded to decide for myself about that important thing too.
Less than a year ago I was still fat and gross. I managed to anger the trans clinic people with my stupidity too. I did it to myself. Should have sucked it up and been nice to that hag. Not that it would have helped.
I know now what triggered me in my last psychotherapy session. My therapist was trying to build up my confidence by complimenting my sense of humor. I strongly dislike it when people compliment me on my innate traits and abilities, because I don't deserve praise for things I didn't choose or work for. It made me nervous. And the test on top of that made it worse. It was to measure my character strengths. I didn't choose those either or work for them. It's like being complimented for natural hair color or intelligence, they are dice traits, I got a certain roll of dice, why should I get praise for such things?
I can stand compliments when they are for things I do or choose. A painting. Physique I work hard for. Putting myself through discomfort. Coming up with a good solution for a tricky problem. Those are praise-worthy things. But I don't like being complimented for _being_. I... Hate it. A painting can be objectively good. Getting something done while in a migraine is a real achievement. I can't be objectively good.
I had two rye bread sandwiches with chicken and cheese, and five almonds.
Trying to sleep. More important than potting house plants in the middle of the night or counting minutes to sunrise so I can start washing the windows.