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[TheBiggerFish]

My phone's screen protector has consistently developed two cracks at opposing corners each time I've put one on.

Now back to your regularly scheduled sadhelp.

@chaotic skies:

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Yeah, I know the feel with the tired-and-worked-up thing.
But you really should talk to her.

@RedKing:Consult your warranty.  Also, was it the phone, or the screen protector?

[MrRoboto75]

Being an American Adult sure is fun

You get to spend 24/7 at your job until you finally fucking die.

[TheBiggerFish]

Being an American Adult sure is fun

You get to spend 24/7 at your job until you finally fucking die.

[internal screaming in fear intensifies]

[BorkBorkGoesTheCode]

Anyone for moving to a moonbase or some other way to live?

[Sirus]

Wow, you don't see many time-traveling slaves on the Internet.

Anyone for moving to a moonbase or some other way to live?

Sure!

[BorkBorkGoesTheCode]

Wow, you don't see many time-traveling slaves on the Internet.

Where is that from?

[Sirus]

Wow, you don't see many time-traveling slaves on the Internet.

Where is that from?

Being an American Adult sure is fun

You get to spend 24/7 at your job until you finally fucking die.

[Wolfhunter107]

I cannot for the life of find a genuine pair of a certain type of earbuds.

[BorkBorkGoesTheCode]

Wow, you don't see many time-traveling slaves on the Internet.

Where is that from?

Being an American Adult sure is fun

You get to spend 24/7 at your job until you finally fucking die.

Ah, I thought it was a meme of some kind. (serious)

[NRDL]

Caroline, you are not alone.

Nobody else knows who they are either.

Everyone else is scared too, even and especially if they don't show it.

Everyone's scarred by their parents in some way, that's what being a child growing up is.

I can personally sympathise with the pretence of intelligence, and how much it can bother me when don't think it's justified.  It's okay.  It's the bane of a lot of people.

All the things swirling around in your head, all the difficulty that comes with dealing with people and life, you are so, so very far from alone in that.

I really hope you feel better, just by expressing all this. 

[TheBiggerFish]

Caroline...You're you.  Always and forever yourself.

*hugs*

I honestly don't know how to say what I want to tell you.  But I know some of those feelings too.  Fear of failure.  Inability to actually talk to people.  Being...Well, alone.

You're not alone.  If I can help in any way at all let me know.  Please.

[Yoink]

Still more delays in getting this volatile situation sorted out.
Each party involved seems to fully expect me to side with them, despite me having no idea who's telling the truth... or who's lying more, at least. Both sides of the dispute are doubtless trying to mind-game me into siding with them. Hopefully I can persuade them to reconcile, or at least compromise for the good of us all.

Otherwise it seems like I'll have to opt for a "scorched earth" kind of solution and kick them all out. And hope none of them decide to do any ultra-violence on me.

[Reelya]

There's a viewpoint that the sheer number of choices that we are required to make has lead to "analysis paralysis". Basically, some choice is good, but after a certain point the sheer weight of choices just causes meltdown, leading to disengagement or depression.

with e.g. 6 choices you can comfortably feel like you chose well, and if none of the choices were that great: it's not your fault, because those were the only ones available. But when "choice" expands to hundreds of choices, you can't process that amount of information, and if you chose bad, then it is your fault, leading to feelings of guilt, because there was always the possibility of one of the other hundreds of choices being way better. When there are too many choices, the perceived negatives of the one you did choose become much more pronounced. This extends to all areas of life. Over-choice actually decreases happiness. Lab certified fact.

But in the current situation we're being asked to make choices from a much more vast tableau of choices, and about things that are much more central to who we are - "you can be who you want to be" is a catchy slogan, but could be a double-edged sword. It could be read as "your family and society is going to abrogate it's responsibility for helping you sort out why we put you on this planet, you're on your own sucker. Not our fault (except that it is since we put you here without a choice)".

So we can "be whoever we want to be". On top of all the choices we're forced to make (much more than previous generations, who had life basically mapped out for them, including getting married, jobs for life), we can't even be sure of who we are. In terms of choice theory, and how people become much more depressed when there are lots of choices (even when the quality of the choices goes up as a result), things like tumblr micro-genders could actually be more constraining than just having some broad-strokes gender definitions and sexual orientations.

[TheBiggerFish]

Analysis paralysis.  I like that term.  It fits.  Maybe a little bit of advice for you, Caroline, on how to figure out who you are, is to make a list of maybe ten to fifteen (non-gender, that is a different thing) words you'd use to describe others and then see how you fit in to those words.

[JoshuaFH]

There's a viewpoint that the sheer number of choices that we are required to make has lead to "analysis paralysis". Basically, some choice is good, but after a certain point the sheer weight of choices just causes meltdown, leading to disengagement or depression.

with e.g. 6 choices you can comfortably feel like you chose well, and if none of the choices were that great: it's not your fault, because those were the only ones available. But when "choice" expands to hundreds of choices, you can't process that amount of information, and if you chose bad, then it is your fault, leading to feelings of guilt, because there was always the possibility of one of the other hundreds of choices being way better. When there are too many choices, the perceived negatives of the one you did choose become much more pronounced. This extends to all areas of life. Over-choice actually decreases happiness. Lab certified fact.

But in the current situation we're being asked to make choices from a much more vast tableau of choices, and about things that are much more central to who we are - "you can be who you want to be" is a catchy slogan, could be a double-edged sword. It could be read as "your family society is going to abrogate it's responsibility for helping you sort out why we put you on this planet, you're on your own sucker. Not our fault (except that it is since we put you here without a choice)".

So we can "be whoever we want to be". On top of all the choices we're forced to make (much more than previous generations, who had life basically mapped out for them, including getting married, jobs for life), we can't even be sure of who we are. In terms of choice theory, and how people become much more depressed when there are lots of choices (even when the quality of the choices goes up as a result), things like tumblr micro-genders could actually be more constraining than just having some broad-strokes gender definitions and sexual orientations.

I don't want to dig up the posts, but somewhere in my long history of depressive introspection, I independently deduced that the ever expanding number of choices in my life was hampering me in a very real way. One of my crazier solutions involved writing down everything I think I could ever possibly do, assign number values to each of them, and then roll a number of dice to decide what to do for every single possible usage of time, that way I could be divorced from weight of guilt, the guilt both from deciding incorrectly and the guilt of choosing to not choose, as well actually get some stuff done. It didn't work out, if only because I was still in a depressed slump in my life and I didn't have the discipline to stick with it, but also because divorcing myself from the possibility of guilt in a very real way also divorced myself from the satisfaction of choosing and doing things of my own volition and agency, which sabotaged it from the start. I felt like then I only had two choices: be a depressed loser of my own choice, or be a motivated automaton that never thinks for himself; and that choice was too heavy for me to make or assign to chance, so I defaulted back to depressed loser.