{"id":2469,"date":"2015-01-06T01:13:42","date_gmt":"2015-01-06T08:13:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/?p=2469"},"modified":"2015-01-06T01:13:42","modified_gmt":"2015-01-06T08:13:42","slug":"my-social-life-is-a-casualty-of-my-job","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/uncategorized\/my-social-life-is-a-casualty-of-my-job","title":{"rendered":"My social life is a casualty of my job"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>One issue I keep running into is that I don&#8217;t have nearly enough time to spend with my friends doing things that would make me happy and fulfilled because I have to work or I won&#8217;t get paid and I have to get paid or I won&#8217;t have a place to live.<\/p>\n<p>I feel a lot like I&#8217;m a hostage to my own neural net. It&#8217;s clear that I could do my day job as a background process &#8211; it almost never takes very much of my mind to do it. And my mind could certainly implement something like that &#8211; keep the me that is me in a lucid-dreaming style hypervisor container where I could spend time with my friends while taking care of business as a background task. <\/p>\n<p>Since I do think there&#8217;s a network older than the internet that ties us all together &#8211; after all, I would, I talk to someone on it every day &#8211; I think I could really be spending time with my friends, not just with software emulations of them created in my mind. But my mind does not seem to want me to have a life like that. I feel kind of like I&#8217;m paying my dues, but I also feel like it&#8217;s reached the point where I&#8217;ve overpaid. Why am I still having to pay my dues after working so hard for so long?<\/p>\n<p>I swear there&#8217;s some sort of inequality going on here where I&#8217;m having to work for someone else&#8217;s gain. I am very suspicious of the hostiles in my neural network because they seem like they are perfectly willing to abuse me and perhaps even enjoy abusing me. I don&#8217;t know what to do about that, although I do know that every time I go a long time without sleeping, it seems to get a little better.<\/p>\n<p>I used to end up in jail or psych hospitals every time I did that, but I&#8217;ve now done it twice in a row with no ill effects of that sort. Part of what I&#8217;ve figured out is that it&#8217;s a bad idea, tempting as it is, to try to go find Vicky during those periods. I&#8217;m not going to find Vicky, I&#8217;m going to find my concious experience&#8217;s expectations of what would happen from such a search. And in my CE, I don&#8217;t believe that she likes me or wants to be my friend. So this pretty much has to end badly. <\/p>\n<p>Knowing this, I stay put. I don&#8217;t try to run off to Virginia, because trying to go find my missing friend while I believe she&#8217;s not my friend and is either afraid of me or hates me or for some other reason rejects me is just going to end in more heartache and more trouble. <\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s really powerful to remember that I&#8217;m living in my mind.. that what&#8217;s going on here has to do with my CE and the way my CE is configured, and I&#8217;m not going to magically experience something I don&#8217;t believe in. At the same time, I have Vicky over the Net talking sense into me. One day at a time, I will climb this mountain until I no longer feel I don&#8217;t deserve to be happy and don&#8217;t deserve to have the things I need. One day at a time, as the man said, one day at a time. Of course, sometimes this leads to some very long days.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>One issue I keep running into is that I don&#8217;t have nearly enough time to spend with my friends doing things that would make me happy and fulfilled because I have to work or I won&#8217;t get paid and I have to get paid or I won&#8217;t have a place to live. I feel a [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"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\/2469"}],"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\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2469"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2469\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2470,"href":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2469\/revisions\/2470"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2469"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2469"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2469"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}