I struggle with being who I am, because (whether or not due to stigmatization of disability or otherwise) people don't accept what I say or do, out of misunderstanding or otherwise, and tell me that I should accept them and their way of life and disregard my own ideals and integral makeup. I find that hard to deal with, and I don't like the idea of anonymity where personal integrity and characteristics are concerned, especially in lieu of considering someone else's character and integrity in place of your own, without flaw, discomfort or otherwise issue. So it just makes me angry when I'm asked to accept that behavior, "as part of someone else".
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I found the secret to part of that : "No matter what you say, there's always someone who'll take it wrong" So instead of trying to adjust every single syllable just let it come out, lol ... But in the current climate that's not always appreciated ... especially if you don't speak the right jargon for the current niche (and there's lots of those ...). Some american presidents fall to grammar mistakes in debates because they run out of arguments too and Nikola Tesla ended up poor because Edison was salesforce ...
humans ...
Of all the people ive been and still reside in my head i still don't know who i am but i know i'm somebody not some-thing ... :) i have no need to be something either ... so i'm just me.
I'm not flemish, or belgian , or white or whatever, or an -ist or a coder because i'm just me and as the main account went i understood a lot of people got that wrong because Kipling 'in the day' was normal and a great WHITE man (euphemistically speaking) or so ive been told but that's what happens when all you know is what you learned in school and saw on disney channel right. It's catling there, Rudyard (and the rude often seems to get extracted but i prefer 'blunt' , in the non-smoking sense) but in the end its the cat that walks by himself ...
not Kipling and im more of a schroedingers cat nest who doesn't know what's in the box until i open my mouth (jeezs there i go again haha)
probably posted this vid 10k times already but
my all-time favourite version of the story, not mowgli :D ... i'd put it somewhere close to Plato's cave but then i get picket fences and scholarly philospohers trying to burn me at the stake for sacrilege and heresy (again ... as if the dark ages weren't enough sigh) even if the very story states that perception is reality so the way i perceive the story is pretty much mostly relevant to me until explained (that's where Schroedinger comes in again)
yah yah , owwwww ... handbrake ....:D
at the end of the day less headaches after a while ... IF you can stand to not live in the eyes of others
all right, double handbrake .. maybe i should start a cult and have people give me all their wages and women, what do you think ,-)
(yea that's sick humour i know, but its still humour ... )
all that rage is fuel, doesn't just have to burn you out