Communication Skills

Wait I'm supposed to read all this?

CopyCat27 wrote:Wait I'm supposed to read all this?

Um, well you don't have to. I mean that's kinda why the quotes are there. Not like anyone's threatening you saying you have to read it either. Like you can go off and do your own thing forget about this thread and I doubt anyone here will hold it against ya.

You ok over there?

Holodeck wrote:

naps wrote:He stared at me for a second, the pulled the book from under the counter, slammed it down and walked away in a huff. Another time I was in a Target of K-Mart and asked the clerk where the car batteries were. He was either new or stupid because his face went blank. It occurred to me that this was a smaller store and they might not carry them so before he could answer, I asked "Do you have car batteries?" He gave me a doe-eyed look and suddenly another clerk came over and told me "There's no need to be rude, sir." I've been told secondhand that people have interpreted me as arrogant or assholish in previous conversations. It's been a while since anything like this has happened. I rarely intend to be rude.

Stop doing things that are eerily similar to me. It's annoying and rude because then I start to empathize with you followed by me assuming you must be being sarcastic. This is then followed by a wild goose trail of OCD thoughts of being weirded out and wondering why you do that. That's when I remember you have OCD too. Quit making me emotionally uncomfortable by being disturbingly relatable. I don't know how to handle emotional discomfort other than being uncomfortable that I don't feel emotion. Since it's not all identical I assume you have my apartment bugged and I guess due to boredom you regurgitate here about things I mutter to myself.

It may be the combination of OCD and certain SPD traits. Sometimes I wonder if OCD encompasses everything; every thought I have, every decision I make...it's in every inch of my brain like a dye.

Either that or it's the fact that I reside in your brain. Literally. You've heard the common first-time-weed-smoker-theory that all of reality is just a cell in the fingernail of some giant being, right? How do you know that I even exist? You may be simply hallucinating all my posts, as well as the posts from other users who respond to me. I could be a construct in your consciousness designed as a coping mechanism. Which would mean that all my posts are yours. And if that's the case, I would like to compliment you on your excellent taste in music.

naps wrote: it's the fact that I reside in your brain. Literally. You've heard the common first-time-weed-smoker-theory that all of reality is just a cell in the fingernail of some giant being, right? How do you know that I even exist? You may be simply hallucinating all my posts, as well as the posts from other users who respond to me. I could be a construct in your consciousness designed as a coping mechanism. Which would mean that all my posts are yours. And if that's the case, I would like to compliment you on your excellent taste in music.

^ You were high when you wrote that, weren't you?

If it was after seven PM I was.

naps wrote:It may be the combination of OCD and certain SPD traits.

I'll agree with this sentence being a possibility though you made my eyes glaze over when I read that OCD is master of all.

I feel like the construct of my consciousness is coping mechanismed out. It has more than enough and can't fit any more aboard my train of thought.

Tell you what though. If you think of it, neither of us might exist in a reality other than the reality that is real for us. We could very well be learning right here and now that we are essentially the same person but from alternate realities that are controlled by beings in another reality that contains both realities. Whether it's a godlike being with a tub of popcorn or a giant being with fungal problems, we may very well be a "character" that they've enjoyed for entertainment so much they kept them through cloning and modding the character along with the environment while occasionally letting one version communicate to the other for an arch when the writers need a break.



I hope I didn't gain 4th wall breaking ability because that's massively cruel of the great creators to do for the sake of a gimmick. If any overlords are reading this, it'll be the last time I communicate with any of you puppetmasters. I don't need to build yet another coping mechanism to deal with that existential crisis. Don't think about throwing any more trauma my way either or I'll make sure to lower viewership by doing deliberately annoying things like playing 10-hour challenges non-stop. I'll think of other things to drive them off too whilst I'm intentionally being boring to outside view. I might even get more productive with work. If anyone knows I run on spite it should be you all in that reality.

Holodeck wrote:

muaddib wrote:So if "skill" is what makes the difference in social relationships, then how are dysfunctional social relationships even possible? Instead, what I see is a crazy mix of things like codependency, delusion, self-fulfilling prophecies, and death drives. None of these things should even be possible if human communication and relationships are genuinely rooted in skill.

That's what happens when a dysfunctional person doesn't have the ingredients for something so they use substitutes. It's not as good and it's not entirely wanted but it reminds them of the stuff they grew up on so there's that nostalgic factor even with the bad parts. Sometimes they try and share it with others who had similar terrible stuff growing up. Things are ok until one of them gets a bit too much of the bad taste and leaves.

Ah, definitely, but that sort of adds to my point. If the answer to all social problems were "social skills", then habits and traumas shouldn't be an issue; even if they happen, then the teachable skill should be able to overcome them. Instead, like you said, people's relationships are shaped by all these messy, Protean things that no procedure or instruction manual can reliably cure.

naps wrote:You've heard the common first-time-weed-smoker-theory that all of reality is just a cell in the fingernail of some giant being, right? How do you know that I even exist? You may be simply hallucinating all my posts, as well as the posts from other users who respond to me. I could be a construct in your consciousness designed as a coping mechanism. Which would mean that all my posts are yours. And if that's the case, I would like to compliment you on your excellent taste in music.

Funny enough, I think I get less philosophical when I smoke. The first time I did, the most brilliant "insight" I had was a conspiracy by the city-government to make the local college-students subsidize bus service. Then I imagined we were all hobbits when my friend talked about going on a magical quest to Taco Bell.

I'm a bit disappointed that I don't have good weed stories or ideas. Weed just makes me more chill than I am. Well, there is the paranoia but it usually depends on the circumstances.

I've smoked a few times and felt nothing. Really feels like people are rating that too much.. alcohol is much superior. Now I sound like a drunk.

In fact, I felt so disappointed by how much nothing I feel that I'm against legalizing weed and the family of "soft drugs" like that. I've also ran semi-successful campaigns to ban water and oxygen.

My ex-husband and his friends were stoners so I've smoked weed. I have nothing against it but 1) it makes me feel nothing except extreme lethargy which is a state that oddly enough stresses me out. 2) I have a slight allergy to it anyway which causes me to get hives. Before any stoners jump in- Yes, I've tried other strands. No, it is all weed that causes both effects.