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Now I know the fracture point of a Siobhan. It's 12 days of 18 hours administered consecutively. I got sick like you would not believe. It went away after 48 hours of solid sleep.
Somebody mentioned vitamins to me the other day, and I'm thinking that's a damn good idea. I feel like I'm getting sick a lot lately -- really bad at the tail end of Whitby, then again in December, then this past week. (It was a week ago, wasn't it? I tend to lose track of time...)
People on my friends list who suffer from chronic illness that causes them to get sick a lot will probably chuck something at my head right about now, but seriously. This is a lot for me. I'm normally disgustingly healthy.
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The other day I was taling to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
the_axel about a theory that had been posited by somebody on my friends list. Said friendperson had been talking about how to rate your own attractiveness objectively, and proposed that you could do it by measuring the attractiveness of your partners, since people rarely date either "up" or "down" on the hawt scale.
the_axel theorized that since people might have oddball tastes or have esteem issues, a far better method is to look at the attractiveness quotient (however you measure such a thing) of their other relationships - from fuckbuddies to long-term partners.
It's weird, I keep trying to apply that to myself and my brain keeps sliding off it. Axe has had some pretty good-looking women in his time, and I just don't seem to be capable of thinking of myself that way.
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I've long had a theory that most people really suck at connecting actions with consequences. I don't think I'm particularily clever, but I have really really good pattern matching. Something you get from growing up surrounded by violence - you look for clues in everything.
So when I have to deal with people who do {A}ction and it causes {B}ad Consequence, I assume that since they made a mistake with such obvious repercusions, that they know they made a mistake and will avoid doing it again.
Except it rarely happens that way.
Lately it's happened on more than one occasion that I've been the person who has had to take responsability for cleaning up {B} - not a situation that's going to make me happy to start with, but you know, it was a mistake and I don't grouse at people for making the occasional mistake. And then I find out afterwards that I'm getting critisized for my handling {B} by the very person who caused {B} by doing {A} in the first place.
So what do I do?
Start being a lot more aggressive telling people exactly when they fuck up, I guess.
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I've been running around the house for the last two days with the phone in my pocket and a mic/earphone set stuck to the side of my head. I look like a complete dork, but what a great idea. I can talk to people while I'm typing, looking things up, or more commonly, digging through the Massive Crap Pile on my desk, searching for that one really important piece of paper that I need. Genius.
Work is moving ohmygod speed. I have looming fucking deadlines crawling all over the house. The little ones nip at my ankles while I'm stuffing padding material into boxes, the big ones flash red eyes at me in the dark and drag their claws across the floors when I'm lying awake at night.
Yes, all my monsters have teeth. Even the ones that don't.
It feels fantastic. Things are frighteningly well, they are going frighteningly fast and I'm running to keep up, I'm running on caffeine and adrenaline, I'm running through the wilderness with blood on my breath.
World Domination is no longer possible, it is inevitable.
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Coda. Things to do.
This post is full of typos. No time to edit right now.
Now I know the fracture point of a Siobhan. It's 12 days of 18 hours administered consecutively. I got sick like you would not believe. It went away after 48 hours of solid sleep.
Somebody mentioned vitamins to me the other day, and I'm thinking that's a damn good idea. I feel like I'm getting sick a lot lately -- really bad at the tail end of Whitby, then again in December, then this past week. (It was a week ago, wasn't it? I tend to lose track of time...)
People on my friends list who suffer from chronic illness that causes them to get sick a lot will probably chuck something at my head right about now, but seriously. This is a lot for me. I'm normally disgustingly healthy.
The other day I was taling to
the_axel about a theory that had been posited by somebody on my friends list. Said friendperson had been talking about how to rate your own attractiveness objectively, and proposed that you could do it by measuring the attractiveness of your partners, since people rarely date either "up" or "down" on the hawt scale. the_axel theorized that since people might have oddball tastes or have esteem issues, a far better method is to look at the attractiveness quotient (however you measure such a thing) of their other relationships - from fuckbuddies to long-term partners.It's weird, I keep trying to apply that to myself and my brain keeps sliding off it. Axe has had some pretty good-looking women in his time, and I just don't seem to be capable of thinking of myself that way.
I've long had a theory that most people really suck at connecting actions with consequences. I don't think I'm particularily clever, but I have really really good pattern matching. Something you get from growing up surrounded by violence - you look for clues in everything.
So when I have to deal with people who do {A}ction and it causes {B}ad Consequence, I assume that since they made a mistake with such obvious repercusions, that they know they made a mistake and will avoid doing it again.
Except it rarely happens that way.
Lately it's happened on more than one occasion that I've been the person who has had to take responsability for cleaning up {B} - not a situation that's going to make me happy to start with, but you know, it was a mistake and I don't grouse at people for making the occasional mistake. And then I find out afterwards that I'm getting critisized for my handling {B} by the very person who caused {B} by doing {A} in the first place.
So what do I do?
Start being a lot more aggressive telling people exactly when they fuck up, I guess.
I've been running around the house for the last two days with the phone in my pocket and a mic/earphone set stuck to the side of my head. I look like a complete dork, but what a great idea. I can talk to people while I'm typing, looking things up, or more commonly, digging through the Massive Crap Pile on my desk, searching for that one really important piece of paper that I need. Genius.
Work is moving ohmygod speed. I have looming fucking deadlines crawling all over the house. The little ones nip at my ankles while I'm stuffing padding material into boxes, the big ones flash red eyes at me in the dark and drag their claws across the floors when I'm lying awake at night.
Yes, all my monsters have teeth. Even the ones that don't.
It feels fantastic. Things are frighteningly well, they are going frighteningly fast and I'm running to keep up, I'm running on caffeine and adrenaline, I'm running through the wilderness with blood on my breath.
World Domination is no longer possible, it is inevitable.
Coda. Things to do.
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Date: 2004-03-09 07:52 pm (UTC)Sio was talking about studies that theorize/demonstrate that people are attracted to people who are approximately as attractive as they are [1].
However, I find that unlikely (as stated above), however I do believe that you can judge how attractive you are by comparing who the people that you hook up with also hook up with.
&, of course, by looking at the people who the people you are hooking up with are not hooking up with (but practically could) for counterbalance.
[1] Studies on comparative attractiveness show a fairly consistent opinion across broad ranges of people.