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Mar. 22nd, 2011 07:30 amHonestly, I'm waiting for the period where the Japanese crisis is so far back in history that everyone, both Japanese and not, is able to use the story as backdrop for manga and godzilla-esque origin stories.
I just noticed many stocks I nearly bought have been hit by events in the business world, and I'm making bank by not following my half-assed investment strategies.
I'm really comfortable. I'm not being very social and I recognize I need to put effort into being a friend even with, especially with, my friends who are infinitely patient or not-needy themselves. I work, I gym, I go home and like last night - read the economist and then watch RuPaul's drag race repeats. I don't call anyone or text. I have a couple friends I need to re-coffee/dinner before they think I don't love them or forget they love me.
LOVE ME (Latin queen stomp stomp) LOOOOOVE MEEEEE!!! (stompy stompity stomp stomp)
I think I've developed a bias, a reasonable one, towards friends who are sympathetic to my irrational feelings. You almost want to have some crazies as a screening device. If friends never criticize or take all your crazies without comment, they might be friends but there is a good chance they're stupid, using you for something, or batshit themselves. Worse perhaps, is when they don't care about your feelings at all. I mean I like criticism, eventually, and growing from it - but just ignoring the things you don't agree with just makes you a business associate and not a friend.
Wish I could think of examples other than fucking ex's. Many of my ex's are ex's of friends of mine. Often the difference in circumstance of whether that went well or led to social disintegration was whether questions were asked, permissions, or sensitivity was shown (not to be confused with hiding shit - not a friend - really easy). Not that I have a spotless record on ANY of those issues, but it's not for a lack of trying. Trying counts, at least to me. Still, I worry that I'm a bad friend to people I care about in the same behavioral way I am to people I know suck and I just avoid. Nobody is a mind reader. Talking good. Talking more important when we're not re-engaging like bonobos in various permutations as life responsibilities, understanding of likely consequences, and health incompatibilities (or awareness thereof) increase with experience.
I realized I was doing 5/3/1 wrong, so I am revamping the program a little. More lifting for shorter periods, unless those light sets at the end wind up taking more time than the support work I was doing previously. It's kind of fun having strength goals and realizing I have no real reason for them. My gf doesn't care, people who care JUST about hot bodies aren't often compatible with me (they usually just like big, and mix in tall, plus they're douches), and strength past a certain point is almost silly in a fight - and I'm not in fight training. I guess fitness is just a weird hobby - one that makes me utter hotness and yields eternal life. Other than that, no real benefit.
I just noticed many stocks I nearly bought have been hit by events in the business world, and I'm making bank by not following my half-assed investment strategies.
I'm really comfortable. I'm not being very social and I recognize I need to put effort into being a friend even with, especially with, my friends who are infinitely patient or not-needy themselves. I work, I gym, I go home and like last night - read the economist and then watch RuPaul's drag race repeats. I don't call anyone or text. I have a couple friends I need to re-coffee/dinner before they think I don't love them or forget they love me.
LOVE ME (Latin queen stomp stomp) LOOOOOVE MEEEEE!!! (stompy stompity stomp stomp)
I think I've developed a bias, a reasonable one, towards friends who are sympathetic to my irrational feelings. You almost want to have some crazies as a screening device. If friends never criticize or take all your crazies without comment, they might be friends but there is a good chance they're stupid, using you for something, or batshit themselves. Worse perhaps, is when they don't care about your feelings at all. I mean I like criticism, eventually, and growing from it - but just ignoring the things you don't agree with just makes you a business associate and not a friend.
Wish I could think of examples other than fucking ex's. Many of my ex's are ex's of friends of mine. Often the difference in circumstance of whether that went well or led to social disintegration was whether questions were asked, permissions, or sensitivity was shown (not to be confused with hiding shit - not a friend - really easy). Not that I have a spotless record on ANY of those issues, but it's not for a lack of trying. Trying counts, at least to me. Still, I worry that I'm a bad friend to people I care about in the same behavioral way I am to people I know suck and I just avoid. Nobody is a mind reader. Talking good. Talking more important when we're not re-engaging like bonobos in various permutations as life responsibilities, understanding of likely consequences, and health incompatibilities (or awareness thereof) increase with experience.
I realized I was doing 5/3/1 wrong, so I am revamping the program a little. More lifting for shorter periods, unless those light sets at the end wind up taking more time than the support work I was doing previously. It's kind of fun having strength goals and realizing I have no real reason for them. My gf doesn't care, people who care JUST about hot bodies aren't often compatible with me (they usually just like big, and mix in tall, plus they're douches), and strength past a certain point is almost silly in a fight - and I'm not in fight training. I guess fitness is just a weird hobby - one that makes me utter hotness and yields eternal life. Other than that, no real benefit.
