My Current Hyperfixation

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So, I’m making a blanket. I found all my old crochet materials and decided I’d pick it up again. I’m not very good at it, but I enjoy it, and I can actually see the progress I’m making which helps my ADHD with consistent dopamine hits.

Stole this picture from my dad

I decided, I think it was my last year of high school, that I was going to learn to crochet because my grandma knit a lot and I wanted to hang out with her doing something similar. It was all mostly just to prove that I could. We would spend hours watching The Waltons and just making stuff. I remember lying to her about if I had a spare block just so I could come home early to get some episodes in before my dad got home from work.

Fun fact about this hobby, I can’t read crochet patterns, so I watch YouTube videos to learn stitches. I know how to do all the different stitches, and I know their names, but I just can’t read them and understand. That’s amusing to think about actually. I’ve made blankets, bows for Christmas presents, a bag once, and so many other things now, but I can’t follow a written pattern at all.

I think I’m going to put this blanket on my couch. It’s rather large as I was using my bed to measure width. Work today is slow, so I’m making more “knots” as my dad likes to say while waiting to go home this evening. I don’t mind waiting like this though, it’s supposed to hit almost 40° today and I get to spend that inside in air conditioning. If I wasn’t doing this, I’d probably be farming today. I’m almost done Year 2 in Story of Seasons now. Am I a boring person? Sometimes...

My Instagram will have updates on my blanket if you’d like to see it. Low key too, I’m using that app more, so if you want to see what I do in my spare time, go check it out! Shameless plug? Yep! Anyway, I’m struggling to focus, all I want to do is work on this blanket, so I’m leaving this post here. Thanks for stopping by today! Stay safe out there!
— Deryn

The One Time my Dad Scared Me

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Over the weekend, myself, the roommate and a friend were in my living room talking about how The Tower in tarot sets are actually the scary card right? At some point I went “ahh” and my dad banged on the window behind me and went “AHHHH” much louder. We all jumped like absolute wimps, but that got me remembering stuff! Hence this post.

When I was younger, and we had just sent up cable in my room, I had started getting courageous. We spent all day taping the cords down and drilling holes into the wall to make sure the cables didn’t get wrecked by accident. I felt so cool, having my own CRT in my bedroom. That thing weighed so much, and sat on my old dresser all neat.

Later that night, and by late I mean like 8pm, I decided I was going to watch a scary movie. The only good one was Dawn of the Dead on Spike TV I think? It may have been on AMC. I’ve seen that movie a few times, but it’s a good movie so why not right?

The Movie Poster

The credits had just rolled, and I hear a sudden thud at the front door. My mind went “did I accidentally lock my dad out” and I got up. My dad, thinking he was hilarious, was pretending to be a zombie.
My immediate thought was “dad, stop” but of course, my dad won’t give up. He’s in it for the laughing on the floor later about it deal. 

One thing my dad doesn’t get enough credit for is his determination. He did not stop shuffling down the hallway. It didn’t matter the terror in my eyes or the “I’ll call grandma” threats I kept making, he just slowly walked down the hall. By this point, I’m convinced he’s actually a zombie, I’m a wuss alright, and I don’t know what to do. This was probably one of the last years we had a landline, so I grabbed it and locked myself in the bathroom.

Found on Pexels

I’m crying my eyes out while trying to call my grandmother and my fucking dad thinks it’s a great idea to bang on the bathroom door. My poor grandma picks up the phone to me crying and screaming in my bathtub saying “dad is a zombie and I need help” while forgetting to breathe. My grandma, man, what a woman. She laughs at me and says to get up and tell him off.

I took like an hour of me hiding in the bathroom before I was okay. My dad had a great time, the asshole… I love my dad but sometimes man… And my grandmother was proud no one got hurt. After that, I never watched horror movies on my own until I was like, twenty. Looking back at it, I really enjoy I remembered that. I’ll hold onto that memory for as long as I can. 

Thanks for coming with me down memory lane today! I hope you have an awesome day! Be safe!
— Deryn