Whats_your_reasoning @ Whats_your_reasoning @lemmy.world

In case you can't tell, I'm passionate about rationality and critical think

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Don’t forget about rising sea levels and flooding. Florida’s in for a tough future.

This dichotomy has rattled my life for a long time. As a teen, everyone pushed me to pick a career to have for the rest of my life. Wanting novelty, the idea of sticking to one thing (that I'm expected to decide as a teenager) forever and ever was so stress-inducing that I dissociated for weeks. I barely ate, I barely talked.

People would suggest all sorts of ideas, including jobs where you experience different events. Like being a medical professional, or doing a job that requires traveling. Even those ideas didn't sit well with me for various reasons (like not wanting to be the sole person in charge of another person's life or death, and not wanting to have to live somewhere new every few days/weeks/months.)

A bumpy ride through adulthood has brought me far. I have a job now that works with my natural skills and interests (teaching autistic children) and I found it's extremely fulfilling. I have the routine I need, but I also get to use my imagination every day to help kids in my neurotribe learn skills that I had to learn the hard way. Each day is both the same and different, and since I know where these kids are coming from, it's easier for me to connect with them (versus my neurotypical coworkers.) I'm glad to say I was able to grow into the kind of adult that I desperately needed as a child, and now it's my turn to pay it forward.

I absolutely still listen to the same music I listened to at 14. There was a period in my young adulthood where I absolutely hated all popular music. However, that period passed. I'm now in my mid-30s and find even those songs enjoyable. I don't know if it's maturity, the improvement in my mental health, having access to anti-depressants, or a mix of the above.

Not OP, but if you're curious about other medication effects, I found an interesting, beneficial side effect to my Lexapro. Without it, I easily get songs (and sometimes phrases) stuck in my head. It can get to the point where I can't concentrate on writing, because my brain won't stop repeating the same line(s).

But with my meds, such things don't loop in my head as much. Even if something catchy attempts to cling onto my brain, I can more easily extinguish the thought and move on. It breaks up anxiety loops and obnoxious earworms with the same force, which is an absolute game-changer for me.

This is me, but with the laundry. "Where are all my pants? Oooh yeah, they're still in the dryer. I gotta empty it, but I have to get ready for work now. I'll just take out the pants I need and get to the rest later."

“just tell yourself you’re gonna do it for five minutes, then it’s easy to start.”

Five minutes later, the task is completely forgotten. But don't worry, I'll remember it - when I'm driving to work the next day and won't be back home until 9 hours later (at which point I'll have completely forgotten it again.)

I got a work email yesterday that was basically an advertisement for Gemini. Apparently my work will be holding contests using it. There are no details yet, but I find it all absurd. The work I do is in-person and client-facing, I don't know what they plan to even use an LLM for in this scenario. Maybe for writing notes? Our notes contain private, confidential medical information. No way in hell am I feeding that into Gemini.

I'm not shy about taking an ethical stand point (I left a job last year because upper management created an unethical environment.) I'm prepared to conscientiously object the forced use of AI, if it comes down to it. Between my clients' right to privacy, Google's lack of concern for privacy, and the horrific environmental impact that builds AI in the first place, this entire venture is highly questionable. I have to wonder how much money changed hands for this to even come about.

100% same. I'm the built-in babysitter for family events. Why would I want to hear my aunt ask for the 500th time why I'm not married, when my nephews and nieces are playing out a story where Bluey and Sonic the Hedgehog team up to fight crime? Screw boring grown-up talk, I want the imaginative adventure.

I wish. There's a permanent restricted airspace around the capitol. In the before times, an unauthorized aircraft would get in serious trouble with the FAA. Nowadays with the sycophantic dictator in charge, who knows what could happen.

But it'd be a damn cool way to say your last words.

For a rapist? We can probably guillotine a particular body part first and call it poetic justice.

They're digging their way to hell (and bringing all of us with them.)

That's really fascinating, TIL!

I had a manager who wouldn't respect anyone who didn't yell at him. Seriously. He had serious anger issues and would fly off the handle over nothing. He directed a lot of shit at me in particular, probably because I've been traumatized by crap like this before and that sociopath probably sensed it. I wasn't yet aware of a lot of resources I know about today, didn't have the self-esteem I've since found, and I was homeless at the time (thank goodness, I had friends who let me stay temporarily), so I absolutely depended on this job.

One day, a coworker told me that he only stops picking on someone when they yell at him. Sadly, I can't give you the satisfying response you're probably expecting: I refused to yell at him. I thought the entire idea was absurd, extremely unprofessional, and had the potential to backfire terribly.

I wish I could say that was the last manager to pick on me, but thankfully the last one was a mental health professional and had the listening skills to take my feedback and the desire for self-improvement to act on it ... albeit only after she made me cry.

Man, I didn't mean to trauma-dump. But after the shit I've been through, I can't imagine attempting to pass such suffering onto others. I'm extremely grateful for the supportive environment that (usually) surrounds the therapy field. It feels good to be honest with managers and supervisors and know they respect constructive criticism. I can almost feel my heart healing.

Look into rabbit or kangaroo

Interesting how things that hop don't have the triggering protein. Now I wonder how frog and crickets would compare...

I never knew any parties like that (or at all, haha), but I’ve skimmed through the comments and am surprised people haven’t mentioned Covid.

Gen Z went through Covid lockdown during school ages. It’s possible such parties would have occurred for these people, but they got screwed out of opportunities for wild ragers because of a pandemic.

I’d say the lack of a conscience is the real hindrance. If more people cared about the consequences of their actions, we’d be in a better place. It’s just a shame so many psychopaths are able to flourish.

I imagine a party theme being dominated by the music choice and decor. I wouldn’t know what to do for decor, but I’m itching for a 90s music list.

I’m sorry that happened to you, but it helps to know I’m not the only one that had such a misunderstanding.

No, we must open-concept everything! That way, when people come over, you have to clean one giant room (instead of just whatever small rooms people are likely to be in.)

I wish I could just tidy up the living room without needing to tidy up the kitchen and the computer room, but with my apartment floor plan the only inside doors I have are for the bedroom and the bathroom. So all the excess crap I have no space for gets shoved into the bedroom, every time.

Ughhhhh, this drudged up a painful old memory.

When I was in elementary school, I went to a sleepover. One of the girls was Jewish and brought out a dreidel. I didn't know much about dreidels, but I did know I have a tendency to miss important cues and could easily offend somebody by accident. She offered me to play, but all I could think about was "this is an important object to her and her religion. If I fuck up, I'll definitely be offending her."

I was terrified of doing something wrong, so I declined to play.

Turns out, that was the biggest fuck-up of all. She immediately started accusing me of being anti-Jewish. I was overwhelmed and confused, and no amount of explaining my reasoning could push away that accusation.

Anxiety strikes again.