Two Weeeks, now just a couple days, and then more weeks to come...
Dear Live Journal,
Let's start this with a someone underway entry...
sen·so·ry Audio pronunciation of "sensory" ( P ) Pronunciation Key (sns-r)
adj.
1. Of or relating to the senses or sensation.
2. Transmitting impulses from sense organs to nerve centers; afferent.
dep·ri·va·tion Audio pronunciation of "deprivation" ( P ) Pronunciation Key (dpr-vshn)
n.
1.
1. The act or an instance of depriving; loss.
2. The condition of being deprived; privation.
2. A removal of rank or office.
My definition... Sensory Deprivation, being underway for a week, and then while reading a book I smell something, and I can't STOP smelling it. Come to find out, it was a dryer sheet someone had put in with his laundry...
So I'm working on this "talking to people" thing. There is a New reactor operator (by new I mean he's been on board for about six months now...) that I have been standing watch with and have had a few conversations with. To sum up the conversations, he thinks I'm crazy... Casey is instigation this fact, but he cannot be swayed. I try to tell him just how normal I am, and he doesn't believe me. Then I had him put it to the test, PROVE that I am crazy. First, using a dictionary, I couldn't get any evidence to side with me. "Crazy" and "insane" definitions could be twisted to fit my persona. I needed more material.
So, since it wasn't I that thought I was crazy, I asked for them to point things out. This got interesting... Apparently stubbing your toe, and saying "oww, my finger" isn't normal... Then, when they were trying to get information out of my, apparently not being able to think of an animal that suits a person isn't normal. They said I was a Lemur. More specifically the head Lemur from the movie "Madagascar" I have purchased said video and will watch it at my earliest conveniance such that I may disprove this fact. Then, came the real kicker...
About a week into this cross examination, (I think it was more of a straight forward examination, but who's taking notes...) the new Reactor Operator (to be called "McGrady" for now untill I can see him outside of work, then he will become "Brian") began to tell me that he was interested in going to Tacoma with my for Little Ceasar's. Even AFTER telling me that going that far for "Horrible" pizza was absolutely crazy. Then, the following day, he tells me that I am his favorite crazy person. And that he needs to follow me in my endevors and see my habits first hand. Yeah, I don't understand it either...
But later, he did make a very good point. We were talking about my inability to talk to new people. That I didn't know what to say. And he mentioned, that you just talk to them like everyone else. You see, nobody had really put it this way. And it occured to me, that he was a somewhat new person that I Was talking to, and that I was talking to him normally. Or as normally as I can while I'm at work. Which I really don't think is all that normal for me. Then I was toiling this over in my mind when I got home, finally. And I thought, you know, a new person just means someone that hasn't heard any of my stories yet. They don't know anything about me. So, if I just sit back and listen, that's not an accurate representation of myself. Someone had even gone so far as to say that they didn't think I had a voice at first, that when I finally started talking, it wasn't my voice...
I think my absolute biggest problem with it all, is that I've never been really rejected by someone. I've never had someone get to know me, and then not want to talk to me anymore. And I think it's just my own fear that knowing that will go to my head, and if I act normally at first, then it will be like I'm too full of myself, too arrogant. But then it all comes down to the fact that I can't tell how someone is going to take me, thier impression of me. So, I guess it's also that I don't want them to think badly of me, even though I have never spoken to them. Like I don't want to ruin this great image of myself in thier eyes... I suppose.
But the new story thing helped me today. I asked a woman at a record store if she knew where a place that sold LP's was, and I didn't even get scared when I noticed she had rather large, almost 60's-esq, hair. (which for me, noticing and remembering a physical property of a female is almost taboo in my book. Just chuck it up to a "Good lord man, what are you thinking??" kind of problem in my head) Buuuut, on the bright side, I ended up with directions to a record store, and came home with 13 LP's that only cost me $5.17 total. To include a Jim Croce album, a copy of the 1812 overture, AND the soundtrack to Footloose. And various other singles/remixes for a quarter each. (even one of No Doubt's, Hella Good. *wave Christina*)
- Aaron
P.S. And, as was researched by Wendy (Casey's wife), Lemur's do not fling poo.
Let's start this with a someone underway entry...
sen·so·ry Audio pronunciation of "sensory" ( P ) Pronunciation Key (sns-r)
adj.
1. Of or relating to the senses or sensation.
2. Transmitting impulses from sense organs to nerve centers; afferent.
dep·ri·va·tion Audio pronunciation of "deprivation" ( P ) Pronunciation Key (dpr-vshn)
n.
1.
1. The act or an instance of depriving; loss.
2. The condition of being deprived; privation.
2. A removal of rank or office.
My definition... Sensory Deprivation, being underway for a week, and then while reading a book I smell something, and I can't STOP smelling it. Come to find out, it was a dryer sheet someone had put in with his laundry...
So I'm working on this "talking to people" thing. There is a New reactor operator (by new I mean he's been on board for about six months now...) that I have been standing watch with and have had a few conversations with. To sum up the conversations, he thinks I'm crazy... Casey is instigation this fact, but he cannot be swayed. I try to tell him just how normal I am, and he doesn't believe me. Then I had him put it to the test, PROVE that I am crazy. First, using a dictionary, I couldn't get any evidence to side with me. "Crazy" and "insane" definitions could be twisted to fit my persona. I needed more material.
So, since it wasn't I that thought I was crazy, I asked for them to point things out. This got interesting... Apparently stubbing your toe, and saying "oww, my finger" isn't normal... Then, when they were trying to get information out of my, apparently not being able to think of an animal that suits a person isn't normal. They said I was a Lemur. More specifically the head Lemur from the movie "Madagascar" I have purchased said video and will watch it at my earliest conveniance such that I may disprove this fact. Then, came the real kicker...
About a week into this cross examination, (I think it was more of a straight forward examination, but who's taking notes...) the new Reactor Operator (to be called "McGrady" for now untill I can see him outside of work, then he will become "Brian") began to tell me that he was interested in going to Tacoma with my for Little Ceasar's. Even AFTER telling me that going that far for "Horrible" pizza was absolutely crazy. Then, the following day, he tells me that I am his favorite crazy person. And that he needs to follow me in my endevors and see my habits first hand. Yeah, I don't understand it either...
But later, he did make a very good point. We were talking about my inability to talk to new people. That I didn't know what to say. And he mentioned, that you just talk to them like everyone else. You see, nobody had really put it this way. And it occured to me, that he was a somewhat new person that I Was talking to, and that I was talking to him normally. Or as normally as I can while I'm at work. Which I really don't think is all that normal for me. Then I was toiling this over in my mind when I got home, finally. And I thought, you know, a new person just means someone that hasn't heard any of my stories yet. They don't know anything about me. So, if I just sit back and listen, that's not an accurate representation of myself. Someone had even gone so far as to say that they didn't think I had a voice at first, that when I finally started talking, it wasn't my voice...
I think my absolute biggest problem with it all, is that I've never been really rejected by someone. I've never had someone get to know me, and then not want to talk to me anymore. And I think it's just my own fear that knowing that will go to my head, and if I act normally at first, then it will be like I'm too full of myself, too arrogant. But then it all comes down to the fact that I can't tell how someone is going to take me, thier impression of me. So, I guess it's also that I don't want them to think badly of me, even though I have never spoken to them. Like I don't want to ruin this great image of myself in thier eyes... I suppose.
But the new story thing helped me today. I asked a woman at a record store if she knew where a place that sold LP's was, and I didn't even get scared when I noticed she had rather large, almost 60's-esq, hair. (which for me, noticing and remembering a physical property of a female is almost taboo in my book. Just chuck it up to a "Good lord man, what are you thinking??" kind of problem in my head) Buuuut, on the bright side, I ended up with directions to a record store, and came home with 13 LP's that only cost me $5.17 total. To include a Jim Croce album, a copy of the 1812 overture, AND the soundtrack to Footloose. And various other singles/remixes for a quarter each. (even one of No Doubt's, Hella Good. *wave Christina*)
- Aaron
P.S. And, as was researched by Wendy (Casey's wife), Lemur's do not fling poo.