sailors fighting in the dance hall

[the_siobhan]

Today was the quarterly Town Hall at work, which meant going into a team meeting with the entire department at the Mothership. My first time there. I got lost. And I never did figure out how the passcards work.

It's days like today that make me wonder if I really am from fucking Mars.

There are thousands of people working in that building. The floor I was on was crammed solid - people sitting in rows and rows of desk, chairs jammed shoulder to shoulder. I was the only one in a mask.

They served snacks and coffee over break, my boss wanders by. "Aren't you having any coffee?" Um. I'm wearing a silicon sheath over the entire lower half of my face, do i look like I'm going to have a coffee?

This is where I start wondering if I'm the one who's crazy. How can it just be me? 

Comments

Re: cognitive dissonance are us

[dissectionist]

I’ve read that neurodiverse brains are more likely to process risk appropriately, in that we think risks apply to us and are more likely to preemptively act appropriately to avoid the risk.

Neurotypical brains are more likely to subconsciously think, “Wow, bummer that that bad thing happened to you. It’s a good thing that that won’t happen to me because I Am Special and Somehow Protected.” Sometimes that sense of being above risks gets disrupted by having something bad happen to them; other times it just shifts to, “Bummer that that bad thing happened to me, but now that it’s already happened it’s finished and won’t happen again to me.”