Random Rants LXVI: NO, **YOUR** THREAD TITLES SUCK!!

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I feel like I am watching everyone create the nightmares they spend so much time being deathly afraid of. Solidarity in destruction, painted as a savior's chariot.
 
As a little kid I remember riding my bike into poles sometimes. It was perplexing how. Poles are small, bikes are narrow, paths are accommodating.

Sometimes I would see a pole and get very anxious and worry that I would hit it. Surely with a whole sidewalk and street I would avoid it! But to dodge a pole you gotta know where it is, right? So I would keep staring anxiously at the pole until I would slam into it and fall off my bike.
 
As a little kid I remember riding my bike into poles sometimes. It was perplexing how. Poles are small, bikes are narrow, paths are accommodating.

Sometimes I would see a pole and get very anxious and worry that I would hit it. Surely with a whole sidewalk and street I would avoid it! But to dodge a pole you gotta know where it is, right? So I would keep staring anxiously at the pole until I would slam into it and fall off my bike.
Not all Poles are small - I found a whole list of them. Most are pretty big, although some might be hard to dodge, and hitting them might be pretty bad. You just need to Czech to make sure they're not in your way, and that you have applied enough Greece to keep the chain moving well.

What is it about Eastern Europe (Central Europe??) that lends itself so well to godawful English-language puns? Like the type of thing that would be cobbled together by a drunk grad student with no classes tomorrow, who has been incessantly vaping all night?

Rant: I have no willpower whatsoever and a thesis to write this spring and summer, along with other minor problems like a cluttered disaster of an apartment, and an inability to make myself do even the slightest effort to develop a social life here, start dating, eating better and exercising, not spending nonexistent money on stupid stuff, and so on and so forth. Every time I start doing something not-fun that will clearly lead to more long-term life satisfaction, I go back to being lazy within minutes. I have the time preference of a goldfish all the while being perfectly able to foresee the consequences of my actions.

I like how I'm able to pretend to be a rational human being in online interactions, even though I'm actually completely bonkers in every way except for my rational mind, which just kind of observes my ludicrous behavior and provides a lucid running commentary.
 
Before I found out about my grandma dying, I found out one of my dogs has bladder stones that need to be removed but the LA vets want $3k whereas our MO vets did the same surgery for $400. So we decided to drive and drop dog at her old vet for surgery and pick her up on the way back.

We we hit heavy rain in the CA mountains and then massive snowstorm in AZ. Almost wrecked several times and had to stop west of Flagstaff. Hit the road the next morning and hit more snow and very slow driving. Got pulled over inTX because our Cali plates means we must be drug smugglers. Got tailed all through OK as the cops were waiting for an excuse to pull us over for I assume the same reason.

Finally made it to StL. Mahma is sedated but she recognized my voice and fought wake up. She is in the ICU and now we just wait.


This has been the week from hell and I'm ommiting half of the other things (like dog escaping car and almost getting run over). So very tired, sad and cold.
 
Massively inflammed back injury due to sitting in car so long too so I'm hobbling now like an old man. If something could go wrong on this trip it has in spectacular fashion. Even our window wiper fluid froze just as salt covered or windshield.

Sorry to vent I just need to talk.
 
Before I found out about my grandma dying, I found out one of my dogs has bladder stones that need to be removed but the LA vets want $3k whereas our MO vets did the same surgery for $400. So we decided to drive and drop dog at her old vet for surgery and pick her up on the way back.

We we hit heavy rain in the CA mountains and then massive snowstorm in AZ. Almost wrecked several times and had to stop west of Flagstaff. Hit the road the next morning and hit more snow and very slow driving. Got pulled over inTX because our Cali plates means we must be drug smugglers. Got tailed all through OK as the cops were waiting for an excuse to pull us over for I assume the same reason.

Finally made it to StL. Mahma is sedated but she recognized my voice and fought wake up. She is in the ICU and now we just wait.


This has been the week from hell and I'm ommiting half of the other things (like dog escaping car and almost getting run over). So very tired, sad and cold.

:wow::eek: Holy crap, dude. What a friggin ride.
 
Not all Poles are small - I found a whole list of them. Most are pretty big, although some might be hard to dodge, and hitting them might be pretty bad. You just need to Czech to make sure they're not in your way, and that you have applied enough Greece to keep the chain moving well.

What is it about Eastern Europe (Central Europe??) that lends itself so well to godawful English-language puns? Like the type of thing that would be cobbled together by a drunk grad student with no classes tomorrow, who has been incessantly vaping all night?

Rant: I have no willpower whatsoever and a thesis to write this spring and summer, along with other minor problems like a cluttered disaster of an apartment, and an inability to make myself do even the slightest effort to develop a social life here, start dating, eating better and exercising, not spending nonexistent money on stupid stuff, and so on and so forth. Every time I start doing something not-fun that will clearly lead to more long-term life satisfaction, I go back to being lazy within minutes. I have the time preference of a goldfish all the while being perfectly able to foresee the consequences of my actions.

I like how I'm able to pretend to be a rational human being in online interactions, even though I'm actually completely bonkers in every way except for my rational mind, which just kind of observes my ludicrous behavior and provides a lucid running commentary.

I felt exactly like this until I realized I had ADHD (I was very hyper as a child but I assumed it 'went away' since I'm not anymore). Are you sure you don't have it? Your previous talk about being all over the place intellectually seems to fit with it nicely.

Before I found out about my grandma dying, I found out one of my dogs has bladder stones that need to be removed but the LA vets want $3k whereas our MO vets did the same surgery for $400. So we decided to drive and drop dog at her old vet for surgery and pick her up on the way back.

We we hit heavy rain in the CA mountains and then massive snowstorm in AZ. Almost wrecked several times and had to stop west of Flagstaff. Hit the road the next morning and hit more snow and very slow driving. Got pulled over inTX because our Cali plates means we must be drug smugglers. Got tailed all through OK as the cops were waiting for an excuse to pull us over for I assume the same reason.

Finally made it to StL. Mahma is sedated but she recognized my voice and fought wake up. She is in the ICU and now we just wait.


This has been the week from hell and I'm ommiting half of the other things (like dog escaping car and almost getting run over). So very tired, sad and cold.

Massively inflammed back injury due to sitting in car so long too so I'm hobbling now like an old man. If something could go wrong on this trip it has in spectacular fashion. Even our window wiper fluid froze just as salt covered or windshield.

Sorry to vent I just need to talk.

Wow, dude. Stuff like that makes you believe in curses.
 
I felt exactly like this until I realized I had ADHD (I was very hyper as a child but I assumed it 'went away' since I'm not anymore). Are you sure you don't have it? Your previous talk about being all over the place intellectually seems to fit with it nicely.
Or there could be something else going on. This goes back to 1981-1982, when I was in the Bachelor of Education program at the local college, and reading one of my Ed. Foundations textbooks. When I got to the chapter on "failure-avoiding students" it was like a whole building's worth of light bulbs went off. They could have written that chapter about me.

The thing is that people who engage in failure avoidance do it for reasons that range from fear of failure (if you don't finish something, you won't fail, and thus will avoid punishment or other negative consequences for having failed) to the feeling of "I can visualize how this is supposed to turn out, and my vision is perfect. Why risk messing it up, because I might not do it as perfectly as I imagine I can?" - and so the action never gets done for fear that the real result won't match the imagined one.

Another word associated with this is procrastination. I try not to judge people who procrastinate, at least in the more serious things. I've been there myself, and am still there in so many things.
 
I can't speak for Bootstoots but I assure you that is not what is going on in my head. :p
 
That's part of what my ADHD has been. My attention going to many places, it will inevitable synthesize a scenario that's pretty grim or be insufficient to what I can imagine. Then that's one more piece of the puzzle. An important enough one that if I act against that as my stifling instinct, I tend to move the right direction.
 
That's part of what my ADHD has been. My attention going to many places, it will inevitable synthesize a scenario that's pretty grim or be insufficient to what I can imagine. Then that's one more piece of the puzzle. An important enough one that if I act against that as my stifling instinct, I tend to move the right direction.

That... sounds like OCD, which I also have a very mild case of. Why do you think you have ADHD?
 
Diagnosis validated by treatment.
 
That... sounds like OCD
Isn't OCD where people develop repetitive rituals (may possibly be habits that got to be more than just habits), or the feeling that things HAVE to be in a certain place at a certain time or a certain way?

I've had to deal with stuff like that. I outgrew most of it, but even now there are times when I want certain things a certain way, just because. There may not be a logical reason I can articulate, just that it "feels right" and if it's not that way, it feels wrong.

A piece of advice: If someone with OCD doesn't understand about authors, publishers, genres, series, etc., don't let that person help organize your bookshelves. Someone very kindly put every last yellow-spined DAW paperback on the same shelf because it "looked nice." I spent several days separating them out into the science fiction, fantasy, novels, anthologies, series, authors, etc. And then I had to explain that some authors had series published by different publishers so they all had to be grouped together, no matter what the spines looked like next to each other... :wallbash:
 
I try to have related colours of spines together on my bookshelf, but frequently groups of books, whether by author, release order and subject (or all three!), have widely clashing spines.
 
That's awful for finding your next Isaac Asimov reread but kind of beautiful if you feel like reading a yellow book.
 
Mine are organised when I click on the organise button. #futureisnow
 
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