im supposed to be working but I’m busy thinking about the universal translators in Star Trek. Because while it gives an essentially in universe reason for why everyone understands each other, it’s a story telling aid, it also does lowkey horrify me. Do I not have the privacy of my own language? How well do things translate? I wrote a whole essay about how translation irl is such an imperfect and flawed thing because there’s so many contexts and meanings and layers words have. What if I don’t want my words to be translated, huh? What if they need an essays worth of background explanation to translate?
Like I said I know it’s clearly just a story telling aid/justification and isn’t some rigidly defined thing but still.
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jk just had a performance review so nice i got off the call and immediately started crying and it nuked all the self control i still have so here we go
(disclaimer they're not cat ears i just made a tactical error that i have to fix with coloring)
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every single friday, saturday and sunday night for the past month i have been consumed with anxiety levels on par with someone being hunted for sport and i feel the need to make that everyones problem
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Currently wrapping up my beit din essay (it’s not due for another week, so I have time) and I’m stuck in this awful loop like—
Is this too weird to say? Was that last sentence pretentious? This paper is already 5 pages, that’s probably to long, right? How am I supposed to write an entire essay about my feelings and then show it to people? Oh G-d, my rabbi has to read this, what if he thinks I’m weird? Maybe I should just delete this entire section. What if I say something extremely stupid and the other rabbis point it out in the beit din—
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❛ do you trust me? ❜ @consumare
trust has never come easily to percy. or to be more specific: trust of authority has never come easily to percy. she's spent her life dancing through a minefield, warily waiting for her stepmother's good moods to end, waiting for it all to come crashing back down. sooner or later, percy always disappoints. she'll stumble one too many times, forget one too many things, exhaust everyone around her with her stupid, sad bullshit. but dr. lecter is steady in a life characterized by chaos, and that surety has been the final thing to cement the answer to his question. "yes," she answers without hesitation. "i trust you."
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kids remind me, often, of the things i've taught myself out of.
i have a big dog. he looks like a deer. he is taller than most young children. while we were on a trail the other day, a boy coming our direction saw us and froze. he took a step back and said: "i'm feeling nervous. your - your dog is kind of big."
goblin and i both stopped walking immediately. "he is kind of a big dog," i admitted. "he's called a greyhound. they are gentle but they are pretty tall, which is kind of scary, you're right. their legs are so long because they are made for running fast. i am sorry we scared you. would you like us to stand still while you move past us, or would you feel more safe in your body if we move and you stay still?'
"oh. i didn't know that about - greyhounds. i think i ... i want to stay still," he said. at this point, his adult had caught up to us. "i'm nervous about the dog," he told her, "so i'm - i'm gonna stay still." she didn't argue. she didn't make fun of him. she just smiled at him and at me and held his hand while goblin and i, with as wide of a berth as we could make, crept our way through.
behind us, i heard him exhale a deep breath and kind of laugh - "he was really big, huh? she said it's because greyhounds have to go fast."
"he was big," she said. "i understand why that could have made you a little scared."
"yeah. next time i - next time do you think i could maybe ask to touch him? when - i mean, next time, maybe, if i'm not nervous."
later, going to a work event, in the big city, i stood outside, trembling. my social anxiety as a caught bird in my chest. i took a deep breath and turned to my coworker. she's not even really my friend yet. i told her: "i feel nervous about this. i am not used to meeting new people, ever since covid."
she laughed, but not in a mean way. she said she was nervous too. she reached her hand out and held mine, and we both took another deep breath and walked in like that, interlinked. a few people asked us - together? - and i told the truth: i feel nervous, and she's helping. over and over i watched people relax too, admitting i feel really kind of shy lately actually, thank you for saying that.
the next time i go to an event, and i feel a little scared, i ask right away: wanna hold hands? this feels a little dangerous. i hesitate less. i don't hide it as much. i watch for other people who are also nervous and say - it's kinda hard, huh?
i know, logically, i'm not good at asking for help. but i am also not good at noticing when i need help. i've trained myself out of asking completely, but i've also trained myself to never accept my own fears or excuses. i have trained myself to tamp down every anxiety and just-push-through. i don't know what i'm protecting myself from - just that i never think to admit it to anyone.
but every person on earth occasionally needs comfort. every person on earth occasionally needs connection. many of us were taught independence is the same thing as never needing anything.
each of us should have had an adult who heard - i feel nervous and held our hand and asked us how we could be helped to feel safe. no judgement, and no chiding. many of us did not. many of us were punished for the ways that we seemed "weak".
but here is something: i am an adult now. and i get nervous a lot, actually. and if you are an adult and you are feeling a little nervous - come talk to me. we can hold hands and figure out what will help us feel safe in our bodies. and maybe, next time, if we're brave, we can pet the dog that's passing.
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