{"id":1169,"date":"2003-10-03T23:22:00","date_gmt":"2003-10-04T06:22:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/wordpress\/?p=1169"},"modified":"2003-10-03T23:22:00","modified_gmt":"2003-10-04T06:22:00","slug":"a-test-computer-gifts","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/uncategorized\/a-test-computer-gifts","title":{"rendered":"A test? &amp; computer gifts"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><lj USER=lucienne> recently posted in her journal:<\/p>\n<p><i>I don&#8217;t want a mate who only wants me if I can jump through a certain series of hoops and take a heap of abuse with a smile. I don&#8217;t need to be wealthy. I doubt I&#8217;ll find anyone who works; I&#8217;ll probably never have a family. I don&#8217;t believe in God. Why should I even bother studying for this test?<\/i><\/p>\n<p>Strangely enough, I can relate. I think none of us want a mate who only wants us if we can only jump through a certain number of hoops &#8211; but all of us want certain things from our mates [both &#8216;mates&#8217; in the sexual sense and in the, &#8216;eh, mate&#8217; sense] and if they can&#8217;t provide, sometimes we find ourselves wishing they could and asking them to change..<\/p>\n<p>And i&#8217;m as guilty of this as the next frood and probably doubly so &#8211; even though I hate it when people ask <b>me<\/b> to change. It&#8217;s all so awful &#8211; why are humans so broken and unhappy and isn&#8217;t there anything that can be done? <i>JL&#8217;s voice echos in my head &#8216;You are not god&#8217;.<\/i><\/p>\n<p>I mean, the other night I actually found myself yelling at myself internally.. &#8216;Look, they&#8217;re all just as afraid, and insecure, and as confused by the world as you are. There&#8217;s no reason why you can&#8217;t go up to the ones you don&#8217;t know and say hi. They&#8217;re not going to bite you, or make fun of you.. &#8216;<\/p>\n<p>I guess that incident last year with the frat boys accusing me of looking gay and throwing water bottles at me and whatnot scared me off meeting new people more than I&#8217;d like to admit. Not that I&#8217;ve ever been any good at it anyway. But I do so want friends. Anyway, back to this test thing&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>One of the things I was pondering recently was whether life was just a puzzle. Not a test, exactly, in the sense that I doubt it has pass\/fail written all over it.. (I mean, what is a pass? Everybody hurts other people, everybody gets hurt, everybody dies, (almost) everybody pays taxes.. but a puzzle. What kind of puzzle, I&#8217;m not sure.<\/p>\n<p>Like Lucienne, I&#8217;ll never have a family &#8211; by choice, I don&#8217;t want children for a whole lot of reasons. [<br \/>\nA: I&#8217;d make a horrible parent<br \/>\nB: <a HREF=http:\/\/www.vhemt.org>this<\/a> explains resource issues pretty well<br \/>\nC: It&#8217;s just not my thing<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;d like to think that I&#8217;ll still have the friends in 30 years I have now, but experience has taught me that some friends let link go dead, some friends die, and new friends appear. <\/p>\n<p>As for why should anyone bother studying for the test &#8211; my only answer, and it&#8217;s not even reasonable, is because learning, when you&#8217;re not being graded, is joy. [Learning when you are being graded is evil, IMHO, but I know there are others who disagree with me strongly on this point, and even those who need the grades to motivate them]<\/p>\n<p>Why should you keep playing this game? That&#8217;s a easier one. Because as long as you keep playing, you can always find winning moments. You can&#8217;t ever truly win, but you can have moments of happiness, and even joy. As soon as you stop playing, none of us know _what_ happens to you, but we presume you don&#8217;t get any of the above. And we&#8217;re all deprived of your company. \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n<p>I can see I&#8217;ve rambled in random directions again. <\/p>\n<p>A friend of mine is trying to learn 3D rendering programs, and I&#8217;m likely to equip her with a computer powerful enough to handle that attempt. For some reason, this caused me to cast over a list in my mind of all the computer equipment I&#8217;ve given out over the years. Here&#8217;s a short list, because it amuses me:<\/p>\n<p>1) JL &#8211; misc monitors, other hardware<br \/>\n2) Nicka &#8211; 486 laptop, AMD Athalon<br \/>\n3) Heather [friend of P.s] &#8211; P133<br \/>\n4) Lee &#8211; P-III, wireless networking hardware<br \/>\n5) <lj-USER=anghouedd> &#8211; Celeron 433<br \/>\n6) Drachen &#8211; too much to list \ud83d\ude09<br \/>\n7) Pixel&#8217;s DJ friend &#8211; Celeron 433<br \/>\n8) DarlingBud&#8217;s boyfriend &#8211; P-II<br \/>\n9) Chris Mish &#8211; P-II, Pentium laptop<br \/>\n10) Woman [yes, that&#8217;s her alias] &#8211; 486<\/p>\n<p>And I&#8217;m sure I&#8217;m forgetting a few. I don&#8217;t know why, but I&#8217;ve always liked giving out systems. Maybe it&#8217;s because I know how much entertainment value I get out of computers, and I like giving a gift that I think will give it&#8217;s receiver entertainment. [Of course, if I were to also add in all the hours of frustration, I might not look at it the same way.. but in ratio, the frustration is very small compared to the enjoyment].<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>recently posted in her journal: I don&#8217;t want a mate who only wants me if I can jump through a certain series of hoops and take a heap of abuse with a smile. I don&#8217;t need to be wealthy. I doubt I&#8217;ll find anyone who works; I&#8217;ll probably never have a family. I don&#8217;t believe [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1169"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1169"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1169\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1169"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1169"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1169"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}