When I’m sad I have a tenancy to either bake things or plan ahead and think about things in the future. Like what I’ll wear to an event somewhere down the road, or how I want to decorate my own bathroom once I get a place of my own, I’ll think about what books or movies are missing from my collection that I need to look into buying, just things of that nature.
Baking because it’s complicated and forces my mind to think about something else, it takes a bit of focus. That’s why I make everything from scratch and over do my cupcakes. I have to make the batter and then bake them and make their filling and cut out holes in the cakes and fill them, so on and do forth.
And thinking about things to come is like setting goals. It’s different from trying to reach an A in math because the obstacles academically are things like studying and understanding and learning. However, in this sort of planning the only things that contribute, in my mind, is whether I live or die. And it sorta plays out in my head as, “Well you can’t die this week because that party for Kara is the Saturday after next and you already know what you’re buying her.”