I mean maybe? But based on the very minimal information available, what it sounds like they’ve done is derive pleasure from activities that are only self serving (again, no negative sentiment intended. Life is short, do what you want) so maybe helping others is the new frontier?
Or they could be deeply depressed. Either or both is possible.
Shit man, that’s bleak.
Were most of your pursuits for your own enjoyment? Nothing wrong with that at all. But maybe that’s the next thing- doing stuff for community/others. That seems a bottomless well of satisfaction.
I fucking love his little face and resting arms
Playing whack a mole with my neighbours ivy. Keeps popping up on my side of the fence. Fuck whoever brought it to Australia.
Back for me because I have a pretty disgusted, annoyed resting face. If I sit too close I’m focusing too much on keeping a pleasant listening face that I don’t pay enough attention to the material and give myself a tension headache.
Oh mine got the memo. They lay peacefully, horizontally in my jaw, like little Saddam Husseins until they decided they wanted to visit other parts of my jaw and make friends along the way.
I do a fair bit of freelance and also access a lot of client networks remotely or using their hardware. I have my own licence for ms365 as well on my own hardware.
Teams just doesn’t know what the fuck it’s doing. It holds on to old accounts from years ago but doesn’t recall my own, active account. It behaves in the app sometimes but a lot of the time the browser option is the only viable way. It can’t work out that I have a webcam most of the time.
Almost all meetings I have begin with me being 2-3 minutes late and messaging them that teams is being a fuck. And they all laugh knowingly, because everyone literally expects it.
It is the buggiest most unpredictable piece of shit that I have to use almost daily, and almost exclusively with government clients who often have their own weird on prem custom version. I hate it with every atom in my body.
Cowardly fuckin Australia
I’ve heard this phenomenon. That us Aussies go over there, especially to the south and are shocked at how cheerful ppl are with their small chat and how you goings as compared to here where we’re less inclined to strike up a conversation with a random.
But then I’ve had American friends explain that it’s all surface. That smiling yank agrees with Trump or reports their neighbours to the HOA for having grass over a centimetre high, or wants to go back to the good old days when the blacks knew their place.
Half the country wants Trump back. Fuck that.
This was great, thanks for posting!
Are you likely to have enough newspapers to keep up with demand?
Uh yeah… Some did say things to that effect.
And there are other behaviours that can demonstrate that mindset.
But thank you for mansplaining my lived experience, champ. Couldn’t have navigated that one with my pea sized, woman’s brain.
I go through life making snap judgements of people I hire and don’t at all try to find common ground or empathise with their position, because I love pissing money up the wall and endless recruitment processes. Just floats my boat, you know
Used to work in digital design. By pure happenstance the foundational initial team on a major project was all women and we recognised that wasn’t a good balance in terms of external perception but also in terms of getting different perspectives on design approaches.
We managed to recruit some great blokes, but they were hard to find. So many of the new dudes didn’t work out because it was so obvious how inferior they perceived us women to be. Very few of them had the skills to warrant any level of arrogance, let alone full blown superiority complex.
It was disappointing.
Might not be a live specimen
That’s hauntingly beautiful
I tripped and fell spectacularly walking in a supermarket. I was annoyed that no one helped me up or checked if I was okay (I didn’t need help but it made me think less of my fellow man) and that my partner was waiting in the car and didn’t witness it, because it was actually really funny.
I left embarrassment in my 20s. Don’t have the energy or interest in it now. And I know I’m not the main character - everyone’s living their own lives, the impact you make on strangers is minimal. At worst someone said when they got home from the shops ‘i saw this chick stack and it was kinda funny’.
Reminding yourself that no one really cares about people that don’t know is a helpful way to shut down the negative self talk.