Funny, seeing them at the top gave me a favorable impression of them, but seems to have caused the opposite for you. My impression was probably due to, like someone else said, feeling like maybe they’re not being drilled with as much anti-union propaganda.
But I’m from a place where you have to go out of your way not to be part of a union.
A quick test for this is, are you good at making a good first impression or short time of friendship and then it kinda falls off with time? If yes, masking is likely in play.
Can confirm. This is my entire life.
Lucky me, I’ve never been ‘with it’.
Wait, I’m not “young people”? (37)
I don’t like it, haven’t really needed it, prefer public transport and have terrible motor skills.
I really enjoyed reading your story. It’s honest about your faults and kind to yourself at the same time. I hope I can find a way to see my own life in a similar way.
I get it, most of my life I’ve had episodes that are more like yours, and my brain just found this and it doesn’t want to let go for a reason. The first couple of months I thought it was the best escape, but once I realized I couldn’t stop, I’ve been despairing. I feel like I’m going mad but more quietly rather than explosively.
Daydreaming. I’m sick of it, but I keep going there.
I like that Cory Doctorow is pretty open about having been scammed despite being quite well informed, because it really can happen to anyone. It just takes the right convergence of factors.
I don’t see anything mentally unhealthy about what you do, sounds cool.
Time to hit the gym, or my husband is dead.
All the time. My life has been pretty good when it comes to external circumstances, but I have a severe lifelong mood disorder.
So I’m constantly feeling bad and there’s never any ‘reason’.
So do I. This has more to do with being an terrifying entitled, out of touch billionaire. Who also happens to be autistic.
Same in Sweden, it’s understood that it’s going to suck and you’ll be uncomfortable but that it’ll pass. It’s a given for a lot of people here that it won’t be a problem to stop working while sick. Just rest and small comfort measures (for me, nose spray, ibuprofen if needed, sleeping and whining to myself).
Was it because of that other post about the two genders Fe (iron) and Mn (Manganese)?
You painted these yourself? They look so good! (I haven’t seen the originals).
Well it does say “4life”
I agree, but I think I understand why I do it.
TL:DR Maladaptive behavior that is however ultimately harmless since I don’t bother people.
I was a “gifted child”; was always like 2 school years ahead, started uni at 15 and every single person I met would praise me for being the youngest. I was immature so it got to my head. I also have always looked much younger than I am, which also invites comments. Finally, I also have AuDHD and I’m constantly anxious about not acting my age and being too immature. So I try to look at other people’s ages to guide me in how I’m supposed to behave.
All of this is maladaptive and I’ve gotten a lot better with time, and I’m still working on it, but I’m not particularly bothered about the actual fact of having an interest in people’s ages. I make sure I don’t ask them about it or bother them about it, but many just offer this information on their own.
It’s probably normal to forget. I am probably the odd one in that I’m always very aware of my age and I’m almost 40. I’m also acutely aware of the ages of people around me, and (very mildly) uncomfortable if I don’t know someone’s age.
All these details were present from only reading the title:
A very large and heavy marble that you’d need to pick up with both hands to hold. A man was already there keeping a hand on the marble, to prevent it from rolling on the wooden table. The table is simple, square and has 4 legs. I know what the marble would sound like if it were to roll, bumping over the little imperfections. This is happening indoors, but there’s some natural light coming through. The table is relatively close to the edge of a room but you can still approach the table from all sides. The room is mostly undefined besides that. The man is not too detailed, I have a vague awareness of what he is like, but more like a gestalt of him.
After reading the prompt: The man rolled the ball with a soft push. It produced the expected sound and then he stopped it again before it fell. I felt anxiety when the ball rolled, and was relieved when it was stopped. I want to put it on soft cloth so that we can stop worrying about it rolling off the table. There’s soft cloth nearby, and it’s purple felt.
I have hyperfantasia.