Seriously, I wonder what words like “normal” actually mean now. What is a normal human being, and a normal reaction to the modern world, and how atomized we all are…? Because I honestly don’t know anymore, if I ever did.
Neither do I. But according to 1) one PhD psychiatrist, and 2) masters therapist, I am receiving good guidance here.
Are we in that twilight zone episode where we are normal, and everyone else is weird?
What have words like “normal” ever meant? Isn’t it just a simple way for people to box those around them into a general category so that they can make themselves feel like they ‘belong’ while simultaneously alienating others, because you can’t have a normal unless there is also a not normal. The same thing applies to most words in that descriptive area. Isn’t that what those kind of words have always been used for?
Probably. I’ve often thought that it’s society that’s sick, not me. [quote=“TailOfTruth, post:257, topic:71196”]
because you can’t have a normal unless there is also a not normal.
Yep. Yep. Yeppers.
I finally ran out of likes for the first time, for a brief, shining moment. I’ve just been handing them out today.
I took my son to the hospital to get his lungs checked out yesterday. This was the main worry we’ve had about his health for the past few years (we had to quit our jobs and get out of China quickly three years ago as it was life threatening). He’s been taking a steroid inhaler twice a day and antibiotics almost every time he gets sick (five times last year). We really want to reduce this and build up his natural immunity, particularly as it’s not good for his health to be taking so much strong medicine. We have brought the dosage down to 2/5 of what it was 6 months ago, and the doctors were very happy with his progress and said we could continue reducing it. He’s also gained 2.5kg since Christmas and can chew much better now his adult teeth are coming through (the steroid inhaler may be one of the reasons his baby teeth rotted away, and it’s not easy to clean a child’s teeth properly when half of them have exposed nerves). We’re coming to the end of a course of occupational therapy for him too, so we’re basically coming to the point where he needs minimal treatment and should be able to attend school as normal.
Also, a friend I mentioned in November whose boyfriend was diagnosed with late stage cancer last year is getting married next week. I don’t think the long term prognosis has changed at all, but they’ve had more time with him than they were expecting, and were able to go on holiday together earlier this year. Our neighbour who lost her husband and mother in February is doing OK so far - the neighbours are helping to fix up her house and garden (which had become quite overgrown while her husband was sick) and spending time with her. She gets on really well with our kids, so sometimes I’ll do some work in the garden while she invites them in to watch cartoons or play games with her.
Oh, dear…do we give you the bad news now, or when you buy a different car?
I called one of mine “Jackie” while inside. Gender neutral name, and Jackie Chan was big at the time. She definitely kicked like she’d trained with him!
BB isn’t just a place of wonderful things, but also wonderful people.
Apparently I was really quiet, and my mum was convinced I’d be a girl. I’ve always thought using signs like belly shape or activity in the womb to guess the gender of a foetus was a classic example of confirmation bias - especially as it’s almost equal probability, slightly mystical and open to correction later based on other factors.
Right back atcha
Been going to the gym.
Can now run more than a half mile.
Nothing like seeing somebodyelse’s code go from 2.5 minutes to 30 seconds after waving my magic code-wand over it.
The sad thing is this is an enhancement I proposed more than 6 months ago, but never had time to implement until it became a critical productivity issue recently.
So I may not be seen so much as a “hero” as a “why didn’t you do this earlier”?!?!?
Guess what I’m out of.
Weekend, balcony, hammock, coffee, ice cream, book, sun. What is not to love?
(it’s a small victory. but it’s all mine)
Little did we know @renke was enjoying a 64oz Irish coffee, reading Fifty Shades of Grey, and lounging in his birthday suit covered by an old bearskin blanket.
Oh shit, no! That’s what I’m doing!!
I’m sitting at a local brewpub, by myself, drinking a tasty beer at the unseemly hour of noon. Nothing like this has happened in several years.
It’s kinda nice.
Yesterday, my daughter flew to Charles de Gaulle airport, arriving this morning, and from there flew to Morocco. Through no fault of her own the connection time between the two international flights was ridiculously short, and made even shorter by the first plane leaving 30 minutes late, so even though I knew the planes had both landed safely, I had no confirmation that she had made the second flight until she got someplace where she had access to wifi. I have just learned all is well!
Normally I wouldn’t think twice – we’re a well-traveled family – but flying from Charles de Gaulle to North Africa a day after the EgyptAir flight did make my guts churn a bit.
Glad she’s safe and I’m sure she’ll have a fantastic time in Morocco! Can I say I’m totes jealous of her, too?
Didn’t you say something about her doing language research there? And I have to echo @Mindysan33 - I’ve been wanting to spend some time in Morocco for years. I loved the evening culture in Tangier, all the families would be out enjoying themselves on the main street until after 10pm.