@derp said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
I say we tear down your city. Raze it to the ground and rebuild from the ground up with a newer, more sensible plan.
Do you know how hard I am working to avoid making a Hog Pit reference right now
do you understand how virtuous I am being
No, boss, I did not put literally what you said in a motion to be passive aggressive and send it to you with nothing else. I did it because you told me that's what you wanted in the motion and I've never done it before.
Also why are you calling me at 8:30 PM on a Friday to tell me you are disappointed in my work quality?
Also why am I even accepting your calls
I'd actually be more okay with this situation except my boss is my friend from law school who has practiced for precisely one year longer than I have.
Things are awkward right now.
...they're probably panicking because they have looked at Northern Italy for about five seconds and realize that NYC is a week away from choosing who lives and who dies due to healthcare overload.
Your investments will survive.
@jibberthehut said in COVID-19 Assistance Thread:
@Rinel Can you take my brain weasels? They need a new home. I don't like them.
Unfortunately I'm pretty sure my mental illnesses just tear apart and devour anything new that enters my psyche, so you'll have to find another, more loving home for your brain weasels.
I'm just waiting and worrying that for some reason I'm wholly unaware of, I'm ineligible.
Also I keep bursting into tears, because depression.
@Quinn said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
My uncle died of covid this afternoon. Please take this seriously and stay inside and wash your hands and wear masks.
I am so very sorry. Let light perpetual shine upon him.
I track you now. I was presuming you were using the meat industry breakdown as presaging a larger breakdown.
Frankly I'm all for a collapse of the meat market. We should be eating less as it is.
Things are looking up. I have a copy of an experienced attorney's memo in support for another habeas case, and last night I spoke to a partner over the phone and cried aggressively at him. He then complimented me a lot and moved back the in-house deadline from today to Tuesday.
I'm a professional
@dvoraen said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
There's a lot I'm leaving out, here, but sometimes I hear certain sounds and I wonder wtf was that.
Just casually bring up safewords around her in conversation and see how she reacts
(do not do this)
Well, I've been given some options going forward.
Good news: my psychiatrist is really smart and up to date on all the latest neuropsychiatry and pharmaceutical studies.
Bad news: anxiety and ADHD medicines do not play well together.
By "do not play well together," I mean that benzodiazapenes make ADHD worse by depressing all neural function, including the mesocorticolimbic projection, which is what makes dopamine, well, work as a positive motivator. And ADHD medicines hyperactivate the HPA axis, which regulates stress.
So I get to choose between extreme lack of productivity, which is starting to affect my job performance even if I've managed to keep it hidden from others, and extreme, unrelenting terror that makes life literally unmanageable.
Meanwhile my bosses have literally no idea of what's required for the imminently due deadline, keep telling me to take time off because they're worried about my mental health, and don't have the ability to help me do what needs to be done because they never reviewed any of the materials I sent them weeks ago in order to learn it.
I want to quit everything and cry for a week. The only good news is that I'm so terrified of driving that if I ever actually become suicidal I can just get in the car and go to New Orleans because I'm convinced the constant panic attacks will kill me. Boom. Instant exposure therapy.
Or, you know, death.
It's fine. This is fine. Everything is fine. Same as it ever was. Same as it ever was. Same as it ever was.
This is not my beautiful house!
OH FOR JUST ONE TIME
I WOULD TAKE THE NORTHWEST PASSAGE
TO FIND THE HAND OF FRANKLIN
REACHING FOR THE BEAUFORT SEA
Stan Rogers is everything. Gorgeous songs? Stan Rogers. Hopeful songs? Stan Rogers. Resolute songs? Stan Rogers? Horribly sad songs? Stan fucking Rogers.
And of course hilarious songs too.
Oh, and I like Mika.
I'm not a psychiatrist and will be unintentionally giving you incorrect info in this post. You should go to a psychiatrist who will explain this to you correctly.
So you know dopamine? It's one of the reward drugs in the brain. It makes doing things feel good. If you have an executive function disorder like ADHD, you've got dopamine issues. Most of the time, with ADHD, your little dopamine brain factories aren't producing enough dopamine. So what you do doesn't feel rewarding like it does for other people.
When you're a kid, this manifests itself in the stereotypical ADHD ways. You aren't actually more energetic than other kids. It's just that sitting and reading quietly or figuring out a math problem is giving everyone else hits of dopamine, and you aren't getting any. So you do what does give you that hit. You fidget. You act out. You tend to do physical stuff. It gets you the dopamine reward other people get more easily.
For adults it's more complicated. No dopamine means no willingness to get out of bed in the morning. Maybe you procrastinate constantly. You need the anxiety of an impending deadline to kickstart your executive function (ADHD is an executive function disorder. So is OCD), because you don't have proper dopamine regulation.
And then, sometimes, you get explosions of dopamine. The factories go haywire. Burstfire reward hormones. The thing you're doing is so rewarding. It's the best thing ever. All that dopamine you haven't been getting is crashing into you like a tidal wave. Why would you ever want to stop doing this thing?
...ever heard of hyperfocus? Yeah. Burst fire mode.
So, ADHD drugs. What they do is to get the dopamine factories running smoothly. You get the same hits as everyone else. No more shortages. No more explosions. Just a steady flow like it's supposed to be.
How they do that is completely outside of my ability to explain, but generally it involves overclocking the factories a bit (this is why benzodiazepines are really bad for ADHD; they slow down the already malfunctioning dopamine creators). There are non-stimulant medicines on the market, but they're newer and less numerous.
There is a tropical storm lined up at Louisiana so perfectly that the middle of the cone has the eye region passing over my house.
I'm gonna lose power this weekend and I'm gonna be pissed.
As an interesting FYI almost all style guides make an exception for Jesus, of which the possessive form is generally rendered Jesus'.
I follow the rule that proper nouns ending in s simply have an apostrophe following them (e.g. James') but I also use British double consonants and the spelling "grey" so I'm not so much principled as I am chaotically pretentious.
IIRC they use the passive voice to or three times on the page where they prohibit its use.
(People do overuse the passive, but you can bet your ass it has a time and a place--namely, whenever somebody is alleging one of my clients has committed a crime.)
Update: not cancer. HRT does weird shit. Probably permanent, but since the only symptom is its appearance I don't care.
...this is actually a bit much to process. Like, the fact that other people will open a refrigerator and just feel their minds whirring without actually landing on anything.
Oof.