
trans christian, any pronouns. artist at heart, programmer by trade. this is my journal of sketches, project notes, and assorted thoughts – spanning games, technology, creativity, neurodiversity, and more!
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Anyone Who Says That They're Great At Communicating But 'people Are Bad At Listening' Is Confused About
Anyone who says that they're great at communicating but 'people are bad at listening' is confused about how communication works.
Randall Munroe, xkcd
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Job assessments from the deep: The dumb questions.
Oliver walks into the back room where his coworkers are doing drugs. He decides to join them for a little relaxation. Which of the following is the most logical reason that John joins his coworkers?
They're wearing jester hats, and John thought it looked fun.
John had a long day, and enjoys spending time with his coworkers.
It is cloudy, and there are too many lights on.
One of his coworkers, Stacy, works on Wednesdays and Saturdays.
Why do people try to talk down someone who is offering help? "Oh, you don't have to do that for me." "I don't want you to go through the hassle." "Are you sure you want to?"
I don't think you understand - I wouldn't offer the help if I wasn't completely willing to do it, and I know many people are the same. No tricks, no strings attached; if it's offered to you, then it's okay to accept it.
Yes, there are cases where the person wants to do it alone, but if that's the reason then be honest about it instead of acting like you're trying to preserve my energy or something. Besides, this isn't the case most of the time (in my experience) - for some reason people are legitimately concerned about the person offering help.
You can never know what it truly means to give unless you learn how to receive.
Paranoia pt. 2: Better and worse
By the end of 2004 my panic attacks had mostly calmed down, but the paranoia lingered. I continued to have symptoms of whatever it was for about four or five years. Heck, it still affects me to this day, but it's better than it was.
My main concerns over that time were things like poisoned food, brainwashing, or deadly diseases - in short, anything that could attack me from the inside and I wouldn't have any control over it. I'm still not sure what this has to do with a hurricane, which is an external force, but it somehow amplified this fear into whatever it became. Somewhere in this time frame I attempted to run away, but it was paranoia-fueled and I didn't even make it off the doorstep before turning around.
The last real panic attack I had from this incident was about three years later. My family had adopted my cousin, I mean, uh, my brother, and we had moved again to another location (which wasn't great for my paranoia either). We were once again at Wal*Mart, but this situation could have occurred at any location: I got my arm stuck in between the cart and its handle, so I panicked and fainted.
I've only fainted twice in my life; the other time was when I fell off my bike and hit my head. But this time was drastically different, because somehow I dreamed while I was out. The dream was largely incoherent and felt like it lasted five minutes, but it reality it didn't even last five seconds before I woke up to my mom and my brother staring at me as I lay on the white-tiled floor - they didn't even have time to react.
This panic attack is incredibly interesting to me for a couple of reasons, notably the fact that I dreamed. I've heard people tell me that it's not possible to dream while unconscious, so I'm not quite sure what happened. The attack itself was strange because it was instant, and managed to black me out; normally there's buildup of tension, and I don't succumb to it.
After that one panic attack, however, things got mostly better. I still worried about silly things, but I was able to tell myself "you're just being paranoid, calm down, that's not likely to happen." I'd used that reasoning in the past without much success, but now it seemed to be working. Within a year I was mostly fixed from my incident.
Then something recurred, and at a really horrible time.
Sometimes I run through my followers' blogs when I get bored... I'm always disappointed when I see the same posts between all of them. Is everyone following the same hundred people or something? I just read this post a few minutes ago and oh my gosh these five posts are in the same exact order and everything... maybe I need to do more productive things.
Here's a list of dream jobs so I can get a post on here
Games journalism for mid-sized internet audience
Let's Player/video reviewer for multi-channel network
Programmer for small indie company
Level designer for larger company like Wayforward
Game localization for Nintendo/Sega
Social media/PR for any gaming-related community
Anything where I can be a part of the gaming community