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r u an esr noob - demiurge, 2014
i left off around enter: general manager. i'm gonna get a little bit informal now, because.
i'm lazy.
but, i'm a hard worker. hard workers have to be hard workers, because they have trouble keeping up with the people who are good at what they do. this is an adaptation required for the slow thinking incompetent. though we'll fail repeatedly, and though we'll spend hours to the competents' seconds understanding a problem, and then hours more devising a solution, those around us will see a dedication and commitment to solving a problem that is, at the very least, and much like watching the friend-zoned and neck-bearded loveless loser struggle to maintain asexual relations with his best friend slash high school love interest, a dedication and commitment to solving a problem that is admirable for its self-sacrifice and expression of loyalty to achievement in the face of insurmountable odds. it is a somewhat tragic irony, watching the loser aspire to achievement, as watching a fingerless amputee in a back brace attempt to bend down to tie his shoes.
there's a hope, in my approach to work, that others can see my desire to achieve something good, but in my years of striving for achievement i have also begun to understood the eventual necessity of mumbling 'fuck it', and then closing whatever deal it is i've struck, be it an issue in an issue tracker that may not meet my personal expectations for quality, or a car sale in which i'm sure there are better terms and agreements that can be made.
it's trite and common, and perhaps years ago i would reject it for being so, and then perhaps spend hours or days or weeks working against it, like stacking perfectly spherical and frictionless marbles. only now can i see that, without boundaries, the marbles simply spread. the achievement of perfection requires boundaries that, unfortunately, in social circumstances, are determined by an assortment of personalities, and only become exposed through experimental communications, as the circling and seeking tendrils of a vine slowly spinning until finding a limb or trunk upon which to attach itself, so we thrust our desires through the shared airs of collaboration, a mechanical process of establishing structure for the development of social conceptual frameworks.
it's trite and common, but if it were art, i could establish my own boundaries, or lack thereof, and allow whatever number of marbles my mind can produce to spread upon my imagination's endless tabletop, the inept and stubby fingers of my self-efficacy picking and dropping and flicking them against and away from each other, the calloused blade of its palm sweeping them together into crashing and clinking glass waves, to mingle and separate in forms both expressing meaning through their intended positions, and celebrating meaninglessness in their circumstantial necessity, in the unwieldiness of their natures.
it isn't art, though, and through years of striking my head and will against the boundaries of others in an attempt to expose those around me to the beauty and joy of unencumbered creativity, of the sandbox playfulness, of the carnal pleasure in the flinging of what to stick wherever what may, and the further entertainment of interpreting what where stuck as whatever what's where may be, and how where what went defines what what was and will be, and so on, through years of striking my head and will against the boundaries of others i have come to understand that achievement requires hard work and boundaries, and social achievement requires accepting that the boundaries of others are sometimes insurmountably grand and well-fortified. sometimes it requires less energy to realize the achievement of an undesirable goal and move on to a new opportunity. it's just the way things are. not every pitch is going to be a home run, not every pitch should be swung at, sometimes it's necessary to bunt.
so, i've been a car salesman (i styled myself as a 'purchasing advisor', a bit of fluffy bullshit to invent a concept of trustworthiness in the minds of customers whose conception of sales, and very rightly, was defensive and paranoid) working within the accepted boundaries defined by those who, in their grey-haired experience and their social naivety, understand the subtleties of sales boundaries required for success that they've accumulated over years of successes and failures, but expect those without their experiences to immediately or intuitively grasp what they've had the unappreciated resource of time to develop a sense for.
this is a common problem, and we learn to deal with and accept it as a rite of passage in the ceremonial hazing we call 'life'. the big boys torment the little boys, and the little boys cry until they learn that crying only encourages the torment, and they grow to torment those younger than them, to play with and push the buttons that expose them to the beautiful world of social manipulation, until either their curiosities are sated or priorities shift or they're isolated from society due to their lack of tact.
in this process, we can learn and refine our senses of empathy, our ability apply our understanding of the requirements for successful realization of our desires and the experiences over time necessary to develop such self-efficacy toward an understanding of how others must labor for their own positions. through this empathy we establish a telescope through which we gaze at the stars of the lives of others, we develop a capacity for spectral analysis that gives us the building blocks of their successes and failures, we invent a science of personal progress through social perception.
some will never develop the microscope, the telescope, the spectroscope, or whatever other tools may exist. they will be satisfied by the self-centric social universe in which all others orbit the anchor of their personal development. these people cannot be reasoned with, and any attempt to illustrate the true relative nature of their positions will result in a persecution matching that of the religiously fervorous catholics patiently demonstrating their cases to the roman inquisition.
general manager, he was a socially unempathetic heliocentricist, and through my naively ignorant and obtusely unawares expressions of social relativity i had, most unfortunately, become a target for his ire. i had cast my carefully crafted probes into the space around the earth of his life's experiences, and as my rovers descended upon its rocky surface he launched his barbaric military defenses to chip away at delicate sensors with blunt rock hammers and sling-shotted pebbles.
what would you do, confronted by such a violent response to attempts at establishing lines of mutually beneficial communciation?
i left off around enter: general manager. i'm gonna get a little bit informal now, because.
i'm lazy.
but, i'm a hard worker. hard workers have to be hard workers, because they have trouble keeping up with the people who are good at what they do. this is an adaptation required for the slow thinking incompetent. though we'll fail repeatedly, and though we'll spend hours to the competents' seconds understanding a problem, and then hours more devising a solution, those around us will see a dedication and commitment to solving a problem that is, at the very least, and much like watching the friend-zoned and neck-bearded loveless loser struggle to maintain asexual relations with his best friend slash high school love interest, a dedication and commitment to solving a problem that is admirable for its self-sacrifice and expression of loyalty to achievement in the face of insurmountable odds. it is a somewhat tragic irony, watching the loser aspire to achievement, as watching a fingerless amputee in a back brace attempt to bend down to tie his shoes.
there's a hope, in my approach to work, that others can see my desire to achieve something good, but in my years of striving for achievement i have also begun to understood the eventual necessity of mumbling 'fuck it', and then closing whatever deal it is i've struck, be it an issue in an issue tracker that may not meet my personal expectations for quality, or a car sale in which i'm sure there are better terms and agreements that can be made.
it's trite and common, and perhaps years ago i would reject it for being so, and then perhaps spend hours or days or weeks working against it, like stacking perfectly spherical and frictionless marbles. only now can i see that, without boundaries, the marbles simply spread. the achievement of perfection requires boundaries that, unfortunately, in social circumstances, are determined by an assortment of personalities, and only become exposed through experimental communications, as the circling and seeking tendrils of a vine slowly spinning until finding a limb or trunk upon which to attach itself, so we thrust our desires through the shared airs of collaboration, a mechanical process of establishing structure for the development of social conceptual frameworks.
it's trite and common, but if it were art, i could establish my own boundaries, or lack thereof, and allow whatever number of marbles my mind can produce to spread upon my imagination's endless tabletop, the inept and stubby fingers of my self-efficacy picking and dropping and flicking them against and away from each other, the calloused blade of its palm sweeping them together into crashing and clinking glass waves, to mingle and separate in forms both expressing meaning through their intended positions, and celebrating meaninglessness in their circumstantial necessity, in the unwieldiness of their natures.
it isn't art, though, and through years of striking my head and will against the boundaries of others in an attempt to expose those around me to the beauty and joy of unencumbered creativity, of the sandbox playfulness, of the carnal pleasure in the flinging of what to stick wherever what may, and the further entertainment of interpreting what where stuck as whatever what's where may be, and how where what went defines what what was and will be, and so on, through years of striking my head and will against the boundaries of others i have come to understand that achievement requires hard work and boundaries, and social achievement requires accepting that the boundaries of others are sometimes insurmountably grand and well-fortified. sometimes it requires less energy to realize the achievement of an undesirable goal and move on to a new opportunity. it's just the way things are. not every pitch is going to be a home run, not every pitch should be swung at, sometimes it's necessary to bunt.
so, i've been a car salesman (i styled myself as a 'purchasing advisor', a bit of fluffy bullshit to invent a concept of trustworthiness in the minds of customers whose conception of sales, and very rightly, was defensive and paranoid) working within the accepted boundaries defined by those who, in their grey-haired experience and their social naivety, understand the subtleties of sales boundaries required for success that they've accumulated over years of successes and failures, but expect those without their experiences to immediately or intuitively grasp what they've had the unappreciated resource of time to develop a sense for.
this is a common problem, and we learn to deal with and accept it as a rite of passage in the ceremonial hazing we call 'life'. the big boys torment the little boys, and the little boys cry until they learn that crying only encourages the torment, and they grow to torment those younger than them, to play with and push the buttons that expose them to the beautiful world of social manipulation, until either their curiosities are sated or priorities shift or they're isolated from society due to their lack of tact.
in this process, we can learn and refine our senses of empathy, our ability apply our understanding of the requirements for successful realization of our desires and the experiences over time necessary to develop such self-efficacy toward an understanding of how others must labor for their own positions. through this empathy we establish a telescope through which we gaze at the stars of the lives of others, we develop a capacity for spectral analysis that gives us the building blocks of their successes and failures, we invent a science of personal progress through social perception.
some will never develop the microscope, the telescope, the spectroscope, or whatever other tools may exist. they will be satisfied by the self-centric social universe in which all others orbit the anchor of their personal development. these people cannot be reasoned with, and any attempt to illustrate the true relative nature of their positions will result in a persecution matching that of the religiously fervorous catholics patiently demonstrating their cases to the roman inquisition.
general manager, he was a socially unempathetic heliocentricist, and through my naively ignorant and obtusely unawares expressions of social relativity i had, most unfortunately, become a target for his ire. i had cast my carefully crafted probes into the space around the earth of his life's experiences, and as my rovers descended upon its rocky surface he launched his barbaric military defenses to chip away at delicate sensors with blunt rock hammers and sling-shotted pebbles.
what would you do, confronted by such a violent response to attempts at establishing lines of mutually beneficial communciation?
Edited by brandan at 21:04 BST, 25 October 2014 - 6596 Hits
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