I was GOING to go into Theoretical Physics but the professor I
wanted was away, so I did child psychology stuff instead. Didn't
matter. Ended up working in computers. Glad too: If I did
theoretical physics like I wanted in '90, I would've been stuck
doing shitty String Theory crap 'cause that was the trend in the
90s... it's a relief things worked out as they did. == I was
lucky. My mother was always of a liberal mindset, as was my
grandmother. Their advice? If the job sucks? Quit. Find another.
Don't depend on your job to give you life satisfaction. It
won't. It's just a job. It was good advice. == hehe, yeah tongue
emoticon I remember when "GenX were slackers". Then GenY /
Millennials. My mother's generation she remembers adults in HER
time complaining that society was going to "hell in a
handbasket" because "kids today..." So, nothing changes except
some ppl forget what it's like to human. == Well, my currency is
people. I collect people. Occasional compliments. I don't trade
or enslave. It's kinda disgusting come to think of it: I
literally collect compliments. I save them. Got a whole unsorted
collection of them. Maybe I'll stick them on the back of a book
jacket someday 'cause that's all authors do: they stick praise
on there from ANY source. I've got hundreds 'cause I'm awesome.
Now if I could just get someone to organize my thoughts for
me... You don't want to be a pure creative person: it sucks. All
create and no organize. Just output. Anyway, thanks like
emoticon == I find it's a lifelong struggle to not let other
ppls bitterness 'stick' to my psyche. Daily effort* So, I let
them be their way, and I do my own thing. Freedom really. ==
<--- guess who is the product of the "self-esteem / be-yourself"
movement of the 1980s? That shit works. All those 80s cartoon
memes? He-man? Captain Planet? I knew it was BS even as a kid
yet, it sticks to you. == Glad I'm not the only one. Best thing
ever. I use the old fashioned snippingtool when I'm on the PC,
rub out the person's name ['cause I didn't get their permission
to do something with it and I don't feel like that] and
sometimes I post it to my "get all my internet shit in one place
site" [1]
http://icopiedyou.com project, but most of it is
scattered on my HD. When someone randomly draws my picture, it's
a special treat. Some 12 yr old kid drew me a year ago on Vine
as a shoutout - I've had a few - but this one here was
top-notch. There's awesome ppl out there, so I never lose out
hope. The assholes will always be with us, but we dont' have to
become the assholes or let them affect us. I can have one of
those "woe-is-me-life-has-no-point-moments" and remembering that
somebody took a few seconds out of their day to write, "Wow, Ken
you're [positive adjective]!" - it's like an injection of 'good'
and clear up head fog. Ugh - sorry for babbling Ivan, but you're
the first person I talked to that saves compliments too, so I
got a little giddy tongue emoticon ==
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