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Generosity of selfish. [that was the wrong title]

I have repeatedly tried to explain it by comparing the idea to the airline staff instruction:

"...in the event of decompression, secure your own mask first and then assist other passengers."
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Ok wait:

So I've been saying this for years and then I just now went to look for literal specific text of safety announcements. I simply put an approximation up there, because I was distracted by all the articles I ran into from the past five years or so.

Evidently all that is necessary has been written on this subject. I'm going to go and rethink some other things from the past decade and a half that I've already thought so I can discover that those too, have already been said a million times.

So you know, we are all the same. I just kind of feel like "why bother?" some days. I'm creating nothing new, my thoughts are not new, my words aren't, I'm not.

We are Borg.
We upgrade our tech, but we are all the same.

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this is nonsense.
or not? [I don't know, go look up where it's been written before and check out the comment section, see what the opinion is? ha]
:D

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There is nothing new under the sun, except you; and in you, everything can be seen new: this combination has never been seen before, and will never be seen again.

IMHO.
 
On a serious note though, there really is no one that has ever stood where you are right now in the shoes you are in, with the experiences you have. Try and fathom the unimagineable amount of connections you have made through what would seem to be the most minute of actions, and the ripples they make across everything. Every moment you are here, everything you do and everyone you touch changes history, don't forget that.

The world would be a different place without you, or any one of us.
 
so... I had to take this like, self assessment questionnaire thing for intake. or Preintake. or postpreintake. Or something.
Because I am going for initial appointment for the OCD clinic on the 5th?
The appointment is going to be 90 minutes long.

I'm just gonna say- I'm not ok with that. there isn't anything I can do about it, but I need to voice that I'm not ok with an appointment focusing on why I'm at an OCD clinic lasting for ninety minutes.

Second?
The personal inventory/questionnaire/WHATEVER SUCKED SO MUCH SUCKNESS I can't really explain or demonstrate accurately the amount of suck it sucked really, unless we got CERN involved and frankly I just don't have that kind of money.

So... mildly traumatized and just gonna go be traumatized somewhere else because I'm really just getting in everyones business all the freaking time right now and having to now create a SECOND self specifically to referree the constant pissing match going on between my actual self and the OCD mob is a little but absurd.

At least I still find some morbid humor in there somewhere.
If you didn't, you need to read that again.

"Good night, and goodluck."
 
Self-assessment questionnaire: the process of making a person talk to themselves about themselves as if they were qualified to judge themselves and also articulate that judgment to themselves without fear of what readers will think.

Usually followed by being told by readers, "Gee, I don't see you that way" or the refreshingly bracing and briefer, "You're wrong about that."

And sometimes by The Airing of The Laundry, in which the whyness of all the wrongness in the wrong-i-verse is investigated, only to determine that it's turtles all the way down.

See, that didn't take 90 minutes. You're welcome! :smilingimp:
 
GUYS! GUYS. ...guys.
Nal just shared this with me, and it made me think of this conversation/entry:
"One is very rarely the first person to invent language like this; the Internet, specifically Google, can put any fantasies about language acumen to rest. You always have to try, though: that is our doom. We have a friend with multiple sclerosis, and when he was talking to his doctor about it, our friend told this doctor that one sclerosis was probably enough for anybody. There was a pause, during which the ambient temperature of the room dropped noticeably. Then, the doctor informed him that denizens of the medical profession have heard this joke in a single, steady, unbroken stream since the first hot light of our universe."
Paging Aspergirl4hire and A BROUHAHA
haha.
 

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