Feb 26
The Unadulterated Ecstasy of Drilling A Single Hook Into a Wall
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The Unadulterated Ecstasy of Drilling A Single Hook Into a Wall
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Comparing how I am treated versus my Digital Audio Player
Example 1
Me: it's 2024
My wife: it is not
Me: it's Wednesday and it's 2024 and it's 5:30pm
My wife: I need to know whether or not you're aware all of those things are factually incorrect.
Me: ...I'm aware some of those things are incorrect.
Example 2
My Digital Audio Player: right now in the Pacific standard timezone it's 3:24pm!
Me: mm. Seems like either you're misled about the time, or I'm misled about the time zone I live in.
Digital Audio Player: it's 3:24pm in Portland because it's March in 2022!
Me:
Digital Audio Player: I'm certain it's 2022 because that's almost at the end of the years! As you already know, the years only go up to 2036!
Me: ...what happens after that, buddy?
Digital Audio Player: I bet 2022 is gonna be a good year :)
Me: what happens when we run out of years, buddy???
Three years ago
My wife: I love how you've decorated your apartment! When we move in together, will you help make it so our place looks as cool as this does?
Me: oh man okay! I can put up cool posters.
My wife: wow!
Now
Me: remember that crudely painted hippo that I bought for four dollars at the thrift store?
My wife: that semi-haunted thing you kept calling a "jackpot find" and "impossible deal"? Yes.
Me: I hung it in the bathroom come look.
My wife: oh my God.
My wife: oh my God that's so cute.
Me: :)
Me: Oh man look I got this photo album at the thrift store yesterday!!
Wife: Whose photos are in it.
Me: Ours?
Wife: Oh. Oh! Aw, that's cute.
Me: Who did you think would be in it?
Wife: I thought you bought the photos of some strangers we don't know or have any connection to.
Me: I'll have you know I would never buy the family photos of strangers in bulk.
Wife: Right.
Me: I buy them individually. Just the good ones. I curate them.
Wife: Of course. My mistake.
I spent about fifteen minutes with my buddy yesterday looking through lists online on "How To Make Your Life Feel More Whimsical". We'd both gone past them before - I was against the concept, and they said it could help people who struggle with breaking out of routines or finding ways to organically fill their time. Which I agreed was a good thing to look for help in, but I still found these specific lists unnerving to me.
I think looking up the lists helped me verbalize my issue. And that was that I think a list of ideas to break routine or try something new could be really helpful. But something saying that the little tasks or ideas could provoke a specific emotional response? That feels a lot dicier to me.
Like the idea of Whimsy is, in my mind, very specific. It's one of those emotions that's both directly defined and also weirdly vague and ambiguous depending on who you ask. And yeah, this is another thing where my issue is people being too specific in their wording. But online, when someone makes content where they're being real general about very variable things, I do start to think they have ulterior motives. I notice a lot of the times whatever they're making ends in them trying to sell you something.
Anyways if you ever jump in a puddle and it doesn't fill your heart with fanciful joy, that probably doesn't mean you're dead inside as a person. Maybe you just don't like wet socks. That's fine, actually. Have a warm drink and you'll be fine.
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I deleted my rant about the people sitting behind me at the play tonight who kept talking. I stand by thinking that was an inconsiderate thing to do, and I'm still annoyed because I came in already a little overstimulated and that did not help my focus.
But I don't know. They sounded pretty surprised by the play. Maybe this is their first surrealist story. I think they were both pretty rude but I hope they liked it.
Nothing like waking up assuming you won't fall into any ethical dilemmas, and then having the intake form for your new (and very much needed) PCP ask if you're cool with them using AI tools to help with medical documents and visit summaries.
I've been volunteering with a local group in my area that supports migrant and seasonal workers. I signed up specifically to help with their paper, but I ended up signing up to make dinner for the house staff one week.
Turns out this team of volunteers very rarely has people volunteer to make lunch and dinner for everyone anymore. So that is now what I'm doing, twice a week. As well as dropping off baked goods every now and then.
And the people there get so excited dude. I called just now to see if anyone working that day has any dietary restrictions, and after the guy checked for me I said "hey, if you'd wanna let people know in advance, I'm planning to make pancakes and hash brown casserole".
And I had kind of thought this meal choice might be considered a little lame. But as soon as I said that the guy on the other end paused for a beat before saying "oh wow" in a tone of someone already amazed.
Don't mind me, I'm just over here seeing how often I can do this without exhausting myself.