My Roommate And I Had An Interesting Conversation A While Ago That Ive Been Ruminating Over. We Were

My roommate and I had an interesting conversation a while ago that I’ve been ruminating over. We were discussing how our brains handle stress, and I said something that threw him off guard - that I can act independently of how I’m thinking. That didn’t make sense to him; he said that he can’t do that, but he can stop the thought in question and not let it push him. I’ve been fascinated by the discussion ever since, and I think I’ve finally fleshed out my explanation enough to describe what’s going on.

It explains a lot of things.

What’s at play here is where the conscious rift between input and actions lies. Let’s say someone throws a rock at you. Why not throw the rock back? Because that’s mean, and we should be above that or something - whatever, it’s just an example. But there’s two ways of preventing it that vary from person to person:

Getting irritated and maybe wanting to throw the rock back, but choosing not to.

Choosing not to get irritated at all, and thus not wanting to throw the rock back.

The person in the first example may not be able to control their emotion, while the person in the second example may not be able to control the action following their emotion. I am the first, and my roommate is the second. It’s almost like two different kinds of consciousness.

For me, emotion and thought are undercurrents for my actions. They lead me in a particular direction if I’m not thinking about it, but I don’t have to follow it. However, I can’t control the emotion itself. It does whatever it wants to. This can be particularly bad when it is really strong, because it becomes difficult to swim against the current (to continue the analogy).

For my roommate, the emotion or thought inevitably shows in whatever actions follow. But he can choose not to feel it at all, thus preventing the action. Like with me, he can be overwhelmed by strong emotion, but it’s more like holding up the roof when it caves in.

This may seem trivial. It leads to the same end, so what’s the difference? Well, whenever I’m told to just not be stressed or to stop telling myself something, I can’t do that and it annoys the heck out of me. But it’s not meant to be mocking, that’s how the other person does it. It’s a distinct disconnect between two very different styles of handling the situation.

I may have simplified this quite a bit; there’s a huge difference between thoughts and emotions (for one), and there’s probably more ways of handling it in general that I don’t yet know of. Nevertheless, it’s very interesting to think about. It gives me a lot more respect for the different ways people think and feel.

I can’t imagine that the number of people who can do both of these is very high, but I bet they have supreme self-control and self-awareness.

The "best" compliment I've ever received

There's a reason I put "best" in quotes.

At my high school there was a small lounge area next to the cafeteria. It was a popular spot for studying and socializing - that is, when it wasn't closed for repairs after someone ransacked it, which was quite often. In fact, I think it's closed permanently now because of that...

~initializing un-sidetrack~ ANYWAY

A couple of my friends and I were hanging around there, taking a break between classes one day, when two girls came in. I never got to know them particularly well while I attended the school, but I do remember that they were of the spontaneous type. That was particularly apparent here, when they somehow got on the subject of hair... and started sniffing people's hair.

I REALLY don't know why they started doing this. But they went around to each person in the room and smelled their hair, proclaiming what it smelled like. For most, it was the smell of whatever shampoo they had used that morning; for at least one, it smelled a little dirty. This of course creeped my friends and me out, so I pretended not to notice.

I was the last to have my hair sniffed. One of the girls ran up, her friend lagging behind a bit, and stuck her face in my hair. I tensed a little.

"...clean," she said. "It's just clean."

Her friend came up behind, wondering what she meant by that. But she verified it too. "Yeah, just clean. That's weird."

I didn't have anything to say. I just sat there, partially dazed from the shock of "what the heck just happened," but mostly surprised by the outcome. Because what they didn't know is that I hadn't showered for a week.

And that's the anticlimactic story of the "best" compliment I've ever gotten.

25 Facts

Here, have a Twitter trend. Most of the people doing this on Twitter are using TwitLonger, but that's what this blog is for to me so I don't care.

The first game I played was either Kirby Super Star or Mario Kart 64; they were at roughly the same time, so I don't know which it was!

I was homeschooled through 10th grade, went to gifted school for my junior and senior years, and I'm now in my second year of college studying Computer Science.

Even though I live off campus, I don't drive - I rely entirely on the good will of my roommate and other friends. I have a permit but not a full license, because driving makes me super tense!

I was mostly alone while I was homeschooled, so I struggle with social interactions. Some social "rules" like genderization and professional dress simply don't make sense to me, and I'll often question them when I first encounter them.

I grew up in a moderate Christian household, but I don't force my beliefs on others. In fact, I try to keep my friends diverse, discuss opinions, and question things - it's part of how I was raised.

The first game console I owned was a Dreamcast my parents bought me one Christmas. I remember nearly being in tears at the end of its life cycle, when my parents had me trade it in for a Gamecube. I don't question that decision now, it's one of my favorite consoles!

A hurricane that hit around the time of Katrina left me with paranoia and panic attacks for a few years. The panic attacks recurred while I was at gifted school, but I've mostly recovered now.

I have yet to hold a job for the first time. I'm currently waiting on one job that I applied for while I look for other options.

I love designing things, but I can't draw worth a flying fladoodle! Most of everything I've made is some sort of technical design or based off another person's work.

I think I've finished Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door about twenty bajillionty times, plus or minus a bajillion...ty.

If I don't know someone very well or if my shyness kicks into hyperdrive, I'll often try to make the person laugh. It turns out I speak less the more I know someone - because I'm spending more time listening.

The last point only applies if I'm in an active conversation with someone. If I don't know someone I may never speak a word to them at all, even if I want to get to know them. Then I spend time listening to them from a distance, lurking around and learning about them... it's quite creepy how much I might know about someone before I've even spoken to them, or I guess before they've spoken to me.

Despite my introversion, I adore my family and friends. They mean the world to me, and I would do almost anything for them.

As a kid I never really got the chance to play anything F-Zero or Mega Man, so I'm retroactively going back and playing them now. I really wish I'd been able to play them back then!

I'm a quick thinker, so I tend to prefer games like Puzzle League or Puyo Pop over Fire Emblem or Shining Force. It wasn't that way originally; back in gifted school I was the last person out of the test room, now I'm almost always the first.

I have a profound fear of failure that has colored everything from my interactions with people to my motivation in starting big projects. (Like maybe doing Let's Plays?)

I didn't have internet access until 2010. Even then, I wasn't very active anywhere until I left for gifted school.

Anytime I bring up how proud I am of my sixty Tumblr followers or the few comments I got on a mappack, my younger brother brings up his thousands of Instagram followers. That's where he posts pictures of the food he made or something (he loves cooking and hopes to start his own restaurant).

Speaking of my family, my mother has an English degree and my father is a hospice chaplain with a Master's in divinity. My brother is actually my cousin; we adopted him when he was nine.

Until I was around twelve or thirteen, I would frequently get headaches that would progressively get worse throughout the day until I threw up. Family, friends, and doctors were all equally baffled. Some of the theories we had were allergies (milk and/or tomatoes), motion sickness, and eye problems; although we took precautions for each, none of them worked. Eventually the problem just went away by itself.

I wore reading glasses for about two years to combat the headaches, even though my eye doctor said they weren't very corrective. Apparently I have slight astigmatism, but otherwise my eyesight is "as sharp as a hawk's."

I was afraid of being in a romantic relationship until I learned about my asexuality around when I turned 18. Since then I've only been in one relationship, but I'm much more comfortable with the idea.

I've had plenty of things I want to get into, like drawing, music, photography, Let's Plays, etc. but I haven't taken the time to really try yet. I need to get myself on that.

I carry a satchel with me that contains every portable thing that I use daily. My main computer, pencils/pens, cords and chargers, games, a pillow... I almost carry my whole life with me at any given time. I'm ready for anything! Except I can't carry consoles with me so it's not quite the complete package.

I'm still writing this at midnight and I have a class to get to at eight in the morning, I should probably sleep...

That feel when

You hold the door open for someone

And five more people show up behind him

People keep streaming in and out of the door you’re holding

It’s been a couple of minutes that you’ve been standing there while people come and go

Finally there’s an opportunity to close the door

And you take it, because you’ve been standing there forever

But you look back just as the door closes

And someone slams into it at the last second, carrying a heavy basket

By now you’ve walked away, so it’s too late to have helped

Maybe I’m just too helpful?

I had a unique question posed to me the other day: where would I be if I hadn’t gone to gifted school?

I was homeschooled through 10th grade. Toward the end of that school year, my mom kept telling me how she couldn’t keep up with what I was learning. I was mostly teaching myself from the books at that point. Homeschooling was no longer a sustainable idea, unless I wanted to teach my mom instead of the other way around.

My dad decided it was time to put his plan into action. He’d said for years that I should go to public school for my last year or two, so this seemed like the perfect time to start. My parents called the local high school to see if I could be transferred in.

They said no. They’d never heard of my curriculum (The Well-Trained Mind, if you’re curious) and weren’t interested in approving it. My parents called multiple staff, the school board, everyone. No dice.

I would start school there in the ninth grade, they said, and test out of all my classes until I was at the level I needed to be. This testing would take a few weeks at the start of the year - which meant I’d already be behind! - and then, only then, could I continue in the 11th grade. Obviously this became a last-resort option at best.

The next option was to take the GED. It’s a high school education equivalency test USUALLY for people who didn’t pass high school, but it can be taken at any age (including early!). So I could take it and go straight to my local college. The problems with this were twofold: first, most employers don’t consider them equivalent, so I would have a hard time getting a job until I got a degree; second, my local college would not be enough of a challenge for me, but it would be the most viable option in terms of finances. Despite this, it was my favorite idea of the two.

My mom learned about the gifted school a few weeks later. I had to mull about the decision for a little while, actually. I was almost leaning toward the college, but let’s just say there was some spiritual intervention and leave it at that. I’m very glad I did go to gifted school; it was a wonderful, stressful blessing, but a blessing all the same.

But let’s say that didn’t happen. Let’s say I took the GED (because no way was I going back to ninth grade!). How much would be different?

I would be in my fourth year of college, barring any financial issues. I’d probably still be taking computer science, but not have learned nearly as much as I know now in my second year.

I would never have learned about Mari0, nor its community. I wouldn’t have made any of the bunches of mappacks or tilesets - or more importantly, friends - that I made.

Speaking of friends, my few friends would be a couple of years older than me. Right now I’m the eldest among most of my friends by at least a few months. (Except one, who’s 3 years older, but he’s new.)

Probably wouldn’t have started a blog, or if I had, it would have comprised mostly reblogs.

I wouldn’t be as efficient with the internet in general. Learning about xkcd, or Twitch, or Steam, or social media trends would have come very late, if at all... although I’d probably have an active Facebook account.

I would be quieter than I already am. I’d probably have a couple of friends, none from college. I wouldn’t be surprised if I had to deal with bullying.

Would have had my first job by now. My dad always talks about how he had his first job when he was 14, so he would have pressured me into it (or I’d need it to pay college fees). Probably would have been in the food service industry, making me quite miserable as that’s not my forte.

I’d complain about all the easy, busy work and not do any of it. (Wait, I did that anyway)

Definitely wouldn’t be as tolerant of opposing ideals. I consider that one of my best qualities, and I learned it at gifted school. I’d probably argue with everyone, all the time, forever.

May have transferred to another college due to lack of interest or that possibility of bullying.

I think I like where I’m at right now much better.

I know I’ve been talking about my social issues a lot, but that’s because it’s been a major source of stress for me in the past few weeks.

Days have been longer for me at college. I often won’t get back home from campus until dinner; my roommate drives me up, and either we’ve got an afternoon class or he’s busy doing something. As a result, I’m on campus and around people for longer - and I only have so much social energy in a day. This isn’t the fault of my roommate, mind, but by the time I get home, I’m completely exhausted, even on a good day. It’s become commonplace for me to get back, only to neglect my responsibilities (cooking, cleaning, laundry, homework) and my hobbies (gaming, designing, writing, drawing) and go directly to sleep.

When I can’t get home for some reason or other, I don’t have time to recharge my social batteries. This results in me handling social situations very poorly (since I don’t have the energy to do otherwise), and that always makes me feel worse. Often I’m exhausted all day, from the moment I wake up, yet I’m still expected to dole it out like I drank three coffees or something.

I’ve asked to be left alone before so I can recharge, but it doesn’t take. Someone always thinks I’m being rude or grouchy, when the real answer is I just can’t keep going. And then they debate the point with me, which wastes what little energy I have! I’m afraid to ask to be left alone now, because I know what the consequences will be.

It’s like my emotions and sanity are being forced to run a marathon every day. Some days I wake up supercharged and ready to go all day. Most days I’m still tired from the day before - but I can’t stop, lest the drill-sergeant-turned-instructor notices me slacking off and whips me until I get up and run again.

Oh yeah, that reminds me of the worst part: people (re: my friends) have been calling me weak for not being able to run the marathon with them.

Almost makes me want to move back on-campus. Sure, there were loud and obnoxious people there, but they were all gone during the afternoon, so I could go back and get some peace and quiet when I needed it.