Argh! Parents!
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tj_roweAs much as I loath to lower myself to the level of the kind of faux-emo 'omg no-one understands me an i can't spell or use caps gunna slit my rists and dye now bye' crowd, I must complain about my parents.
(Lj cut to save you from teh rantage, although in my angered state I am compelled to point out that this is my LJ and I can be as bloody irrational as I bloody well please.)
ARGH!!!! My dad thinks that poking and poking and poking me is in good humour. Perhaps it is the first time, or the first half dozen times, but bloody hell mate, enough is enough!
You asked something about results - I heard '...what you get?', I suppose, which my brain turned into 'What did you get?'. I had been a bit off in my own head, so I was a bit 'Results? AS aren't published 'til next week, so can't mean those... What results does he mean, then?' (Cue my brain listing 'exams, driving, sports' and not finding any more)
When I asked as much (What results?) he starts bloody needling me for being gormless and saying that I knew exactly what he meant - what other results could he mean? Well, that was the bloody question, wasn't it? And how was I supposed to answer the right question without the right question-word, eh?
I tend to work out what's been asked of me by linking the noun and question-word until I have a question that makes sense - when my brain is turned off, as it generally is when I'm staring out the window thinking up more ways to torture DWCG. As I missed the beginning of what he said - and would have missed the whole thing if I hadn't seen his lips moving in the centre mirror - I got a question-word that was actually part of the 'noun' (what-you-got being synonymous with 'results' and also containing the word 'what'), and so got the wrong question.
When told that he'd asked when my results were (I assume "When will you know what you got?"), I answered simply with 'I don't know,' (They're either the 8th, the 15th, the 18th, or none of the above. No-one seems to agree, but apparently the chem department is planning on illegally releasing the prelim results.) and left it at that. Brain still switched off for the car ride, remember.
He, however, didn't leave it at that, and kept with the 'gormless' comments until we were nearly home. Grr, I say.
And if that wasn't enough, he then brings it up at tea, rounded off with reference to an anti-feminist epithet. This was where I actually gathered most of the details of the 'conversation', which is why the recounting of it seems so 20/20 hindsight. I'm not saying that I was attentive - far from it, in fact - but at least when I'm wearing earphones the message of 'brain = off. do not attempt conversation' is clear.
What was my point again?
Oh, yeah. Not paying attention to the initiation of a word exchange =/= asking for insults and needling all evening, ta very much. -_-;;
(Actually, I have something else to moan about - if everyone else is a character in the book of my life, why do I feel more like a narrator than a protagonist? Seriously, I don't think I have a soul.)
I mean... I can throw myself into a character's head, or even a schoolmate's head, and know exactly what I'm going when I hunt out motivations (or at least reasonable approximations thereof). Myself? No. Bloody Clue. Except for squicks, which are fairly memorable, I can't recall anything about myself.
When I run up against fundamentalist Christians who think that Evolution is a big joke, I run upto a wall. Why have you not done GCSE (or equiv.) Biology? I wonder. A big part of my worldview assumes that the people I am likely to have a conversation with will be familiar, at least passingly, of very basic science. I just can't intelligently discuss theory like that without both parties being able to use the word 'amino acid' in a sentence.
Ollie is good at that, (citing experiments and things to back himself up) but even he wears down in the face of Father Steve - he's dangerously ignorant, but thinks that we're being daft for 'believing' in Evolution because we can't explain the theory in words he can understand.
Sometimes there is no smaller word - and of course, when you're at the point where what would be a simple sentence to an A-Level student takes two hours because you have to explain terms like 'amino acid' and 'mutation' and 'recessive allele' along the way, all the while trying to remember what you've over-simplified for the sake of saving time, you just start... not bothering. And that's bad.
So the one thing I know about myself is that I work in relatively limited experience-ranges. State-school students aren't forced to take double/triple science at GCSE, I gather, so although everyone in my school circles over the age of fourteen knows in basic terms what an 'amino acid' is, I can't rely on that to be true for anyone. And I'm going to have to learn to deal with that, but at the moment I don't know how.
Another thing is 'can't teach and old dog new tricks' view on educating folk. I don't like non-PC language, and that's reinforced by my peers - racist, homophobic, and overly sexist slurs are met with a horrified silence and someone hissing 'You can't say that!' before the nervous laughter breaks out - but old people (grannies) can get away with it because they never learnt better and they'll be dead soon, anyway. Mothers: 'WTF you're under 40 how can you have missed all this politic?' My age: Will hopefully learn. It's all based on optimism and retreating into fantasy-land.
Actually, that's the main thing I know of myself - I live through daydreams. I'm just not so sure who 'I' am because of that. It's strange - but is there no ghost in the machine, or is it just like trying to see the back of your own head?
Does anyone else feel like this? Is it normal?
*sigh* Buggerfuck it, I'm going to bed. I've done the anger thing by putting myself in Dashi's head and writing a venomous fight scene between he and Wuya, now time for sleep.
(Lj cut to save you from teh rantage, although in my angered state I am compelled to point out that this is my LJ and I can be as bloody irrational as I bloody well please.)
ARGH!!!! My dad thinks that poking and poking and poking me is in good humour. Perhaps it is the first time, or the first half dozen times, but bloody hell mate, enough is enough!
You asked something about results - I heard '...what you get?', I suppose, which my brain turned into 'What did you get?'. I had been a bit off in my own head, so I was a bit 'Results? AS aren't published 'til next week, so can't mean those... What results does he mean, then?' (Cue my brain listing 'exams, driving, sports' and not finding any more)
When I asked as much (What results?) he starts bloody needling me for being gormless and saying that I knew exactly what he meant - what other results could he mean? Well, that was the bloody question, wasn't it? And how was I supposed to answer the right question without the right question-word, eh?
I tend to work out what's been asked of me by linking the noun and question-word until I have a question that makes sense - when my brain is turned off, as it generally is when I'm staring out the window thinking up more ways to torture DWCG. As I missed the beginning of what he said - and would have missed the whole thing if I hadn't seen his lips moving in the centre mirror - I got a question-word that was actually part of the 'noun' (what-you-got being synonymous with 'results' and also containing the word 'what'), and so got the wrong question.
When told that he'd asked when my results were (I assume "When will you know what you got?"), I answered simply with 'I don't know,' (They're either the 8th, the 15th, the 18th, or none of the above. No-one seems to agree, but apparently the chem department is planning on illegally releasing the prelim results.) and left it at that. Brain still switched off for the car ride, remember.
He, however, didn't leave it at that, and kept with the 'gormless' comments until we were nearly home. Grr, I say.
And if that wasn't enough, he then brings it up at tea, rounded off with reference to an anti-feminist epithet. This was where I actually gathered most of the details of the 'conversation', which is why the recounting of it seems so 20/20 hindsight. I'm not saying that I was attentive - far from it, in fact - but at least when I'm wearing earphones the message of 'brain = off. do not attempt conversation' is clear.
What was my point again?
Oh, yeah. Not paying attention to the initiation of a word exchange =/= asking for insults and needling all evening, ta very much. -_-;;
(Actually, I have something else to moan about - if everyone else is a character in the book of my life, why do I feel more like a narrator than a protagonist? Seriously, I don't think I have a soul.)
I mean... I can throw myself into a character's head, or even a schoolmate's head, and know exactly what I'm going when I hunt out motivations (or at least reasonable approximations thereof). Myself? No. Bloody Clue. Except for squicks, which are fairly memorable, I can't recall anything about myself.
When I run up against fundamentalist Christians who think that Evolution is a big joke, I run upto a wall. Why have you not done GCSE (or equiv.) Biology? I wonder. A big part of my worldview assumes that the people I am likely to have a conversation with will be familiar, at least passingly, of very basic science. I just can't intelligently discuss theory like that without both parties being able to use the word 'amino acid' in a sentence.
Ollie is good at that, (citing experiments and things to back himself up) but even he wears down in the face of Father Steve - he's dangerously ignorant, but thinks that we're being daft for 'believing' in Evolution because we can't explain the theory in words he can understand.
Sometimes there is no smaller word - and of course, when you're at the point where what would be a simple sentence to an A-Level student takes two hours because you have to explain terms like 'amino acid' and 'mutation' and 'recessive allele' along the way, all the while trying to remember what you've over-simplified for the sake of saving time, you just start... not bothering. And that's bad.
So the one thing I know about myself is that I work in relatively limited experience-ranges. State-school students aren't forced to take double/triple science at GCSE, I gather, so although everyone in my school circles over the age of fourteen knows in basic terms what an 'amino acid' is, I can't rely on that to be true for anyone. And I'm going to have to learn to deal with that, but at the moment I don't know how.
Another thing is 'can't teach and old dog new tricks' view on educating folk. I don't like non-PC language, and that's reinforced by my peers - racist, homophobic, and overly sexist slurs are met with a horrified silence and someone hissing 'You can't say that!' before the nervous laughter breaks out - but old people (grannies) can get away with it because they never learnt better and they'll be dead soon, anyway. Mothers: 'WTF you're under 40 how can you have missed all this politic?' My age: Will hopefully learn. It's all based on optimism and retreating into fantasy-land.
Actually, that's the main thing I know of myself - I live through daydreams. I'm just not so sure who 'I' am because of that. It's strange - but is there no ghost in the machine, or is it just like trying to see the back of your own head?
Does anyone else feel like this? Is it normal?
*sigh* Buggerfuck it, I'm going to bed. I've done the anger thing by putting myself in Dashi's head and writing a venomous fight scene between he and Wuya, now time for sleep.
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