bizarroland
I quit jobs on the spot in the past back when I was working minimum wage jobs but the only job that I have ever quit without a backup plan was my first big boy job post college.
I worked there for 3 years and I kept getting overlooked for promotions even though I was the number one or number two for Farmer every single month.
It was a contract job and nobody could tell me why I was not getting pay raises or promotions.
One day it just snapped and I was like all right I’m going to quit and I put in my two weeks notice. I told my wife at the time about it and she asked me what am I going to do for money and I said I don’t know, I guess I will work multiple jobs until I land on my feet and so I had this plan to work two or three full-time minimum wage jobs if need be to keep money coming in while my job search was going on.
Then, a friend of mine told me he had turned down a job offer for a local college and asked me if I wanted to put my hat in the ring and I said yes and I got the job.
It paid what I should have been making at the job I was at with additional responsibilities commensure it to my skill on top of that I ended up working there for the next 3 years.
I have a lot of vivid dreams, ranging from mad-dash musical romps through New York with a choir of choreographed nuns singing a song I’ve never heard before to epic space battles on a ship where in a laser sword battle I kill a knock off Vader that turns out to be my cousin.
My most memorable dreams are these:
1: First repeating dream:
In this dream I am standing naked on a platform hanging in infinite darkness. Leading away from that platform is a single silvery wire. I know I am supposed to tightrope walk across this to get away.
In the background, beyond vision, dozens of shadowy judges watch my every move.
I take my first step onto the wire. I take my second, and miss, and thanks to my failure I fall into the infinite darkness.
I hit the ground and in real life my body convulses, waking me from the dream.
2: 9/11 dream
This was a one-shot. On 9/11 my brother had his alarm clock set to the news. That morning I dreamed that cat aliens had crashed their flying saucer into the twin towers. I was there for some reason and the aliens asked me to help them get back before the various three-letter agencies catches them, which I agree.
To help us get there faster, I am given rocket skates and we zip through the streets of New York, (Always uphill for some reason, but the sparks and flames from the skates made it look really cool) as we attempt to get them back to the ship.
I woke up before the dream ended.
3: My most repeating dream:
I have a dream town. It’s a rural town, with acres between each of the buildings. It’s always morning in the late-spring here, beautiful countryside town with white buildings and smiling people, green, rolling hills and wooden fences.
I am in an old style 1950’s Chevy (with all the curves and wooden slats on the bed) light blue pickup truck driving sedately through the town, waving at my friends and associates who always smile and wave back.
Sometimes I see new buildings I’ve never seen before, or meet someone I’ve never met before, sometimes I am asked to fix things or to deliver vegetables for one of the farms, but everything is calm and beautiful and joyous in a way that doesn’t seem to exist in the real world. I’m always both happy and sad when I wake from these dreams.
4: Scary repeating dream:
This dream takes place in an area that seems like my dream town above, but it’s always trapped within the lawn of this scary house, which is my house, and it has many rooms and floors. It looks like a church from the outside, but not well maintained with chipping white paint and enough slightly rotted wood that anyone who lived there would say, “It’s time for me to replace these boards and re-paint this place”.
The house seems to be about two or three stories but it has a steeple, almost as if there is a full church build on top of a 1940s military town “four walls and a roof” style home.
I go into the house and the first and second floors are normal, but when you are on the stairs, there is a floor that can’t be reached up a long empty vertical chute, and that floor gives off bad vibes. Halfway up is a door with no stairs attached to it.
This door is always closed, and even if you shine a flashlight on it it stays dark.
Every time this house is in my dream, I am curious to explore what is behind the door, so I crawl up or get a ladder and somehow reach the door.
Approaching the door fills me with dread, as if something evil lurks there, and my heart beats harder and harder and I feel more terrified the closer I get to the door, as though something purely evil is watching my every breath with delicious anticipation.
Eventually the terror and pressure is too much for me and I wake up in a cold sweat.
Every time I have that dream it fucks with me for a few days. I don’t get scared at scary movies or startle easily, but that dream gets to me every time.
So yeah, sorry for the dump, I just have a lot of strong dreams that I remember.
Many of the at least 400 words that are technically both nouns and verbs depending on usage can form sentences of just repeating the word.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo.
Echoes echoes echoes Echoes’ echoes.
Mrs Missus misses misses’ Missus.
Fly flies fly.
Tests “tests” tests tests Tests’ test.
Reasons reason reasons.
They say scientists are saying this but is it like all scientists, the majority of scientists, a significant or intelligent minority of scientists, or is it just like this one person and because it’s an alarm worthy headline it’s being amplified?
I mean, if you were mindless and hungry you would eat the first food that came your way.
But you are not mindless and so you choose whether to eat a sandwich or a burger or a pizza and what kind of sandwich or burger or pizza it is.
You can choose to abstain from eating to lose weight or for religious purposes.
There is a part of you that has choice and control.
And even if that is a bioelectric chemical process, it’s not always in charge, there is no one standing piece of you that is always entirely completely in control.
But there is always an observer. A sense of self.
And depending on the chemicals in your brain that observer will make different choices either positively or negatively for you as an entity.
You can look at it and say it is just chemical reactions but who is to say that Free Will is not a chemical reaction?
What if there are literal chemicals in your brain that can undergo their chemical processes in different ways based on the choices you make?
Would not that overall function be free will?
I seen a lot of people have this particular question and the question that I have for them is what isn’t free will?
On the religious side you’ve got the people who are saying God knows everything so he already knows what you’re going to do. On the science side you’ve got all humans are just chemicals in a hot dog casing.
My opinion is, either which way you look at it you are free to choose what you want to do.
Just because somebody can make you question the freedom of your choices does not mean that your choices are not born of free will.
What helps me is knowing that everyone is fucking awkward.
I’ve met thousands upon thousands of people and I have never met anyone who is not socially awkward, just a lot of people who are socially skilled in different ways.
The people who don’t come across as awkward are the people who acknowledge their awkwardness and own it, who give themselves an opportunity to fumble with their awkwardness and to get used to it the same way you do with any other difficult thing like math or reading or studying or dance or games.
I said all of that to say, not being awkward is not a talent, it is a skill, and you can learn it.
I don’t know. Like I get where you’re going but it would have to be something that is consistent across all members of that sex.
