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Compliments sting. Badly. LMAO. In point of fact, the only reason I don't argue about them? Is that just makes other people use more compliments :shifty: So what looks like gracious acceptance? Is actually my ducking the next blow. I hate compliments, praise, positive attention of most kinds. Despise it. Just makes me want to run. It f*cking hurts.
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There are exceptions to that rule. It's very rare someone gets inside those defenses, but when they do? For whatever reason? It's still difficult. But it's a good difficult. Ish. Usually. Sometimes. Gah. It's complicated. What I'm trying to say is that there are times when it's exactly what I need, exactly when I need it OR it actually feels good. Shrug. But there is a complicated maze lined with booby traps and tiger pits and rivers filled with crocodiles between point A (ouch) and point B (c'est moi).
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On a different level? I cannot stand rising in the ranks. I don't like promotions, I don't like being known, and I reeeeeally don't like being recognized. f*ck fame. Rich and famous would be hell for me. Rich & obscure, otoh? :sneaky: I could do that one. Point being, though, I have a pernicious habit of leaving any job right when I start doing really well at it. Once people start noticing me? I'm gone. Poof! Good bye (or more often, a simple no-show, and not infrequently I've left whole cities just to avoid the association).
Exposed. Exposed. Exposed.
Shudder. Can't do it. Even here, is very very very hard. I've almost left half a dozen times or more. Continuing to come here, even when I don't want to, and all I want to do is run... Is quasi-therapy for me. Because it scares me. And I have an iron clad rule of doing anything that scares me, until it doesn't. And I'm experimenting with the whole "connection" thing. It may be stupid. But it's new. And I'm still really bad at it. So I stay. Because I'm still f*cking bad at it, it's "okay" for me to stay. It's pushing my boundaries to stay. Which I like. Boundaries need pushing. Sure, it's just online. Sure, it's anonymous. But it's still deeply uncomfortable and extremely challenging. And painful. But helpful.
^^^
There are exceptions to that rule. It's very rare someone gets inside those defenses, but when they do? For whatever reason? It's still difficult. But it's a good difficult. Ish. Usually. Sometimes. Gah. It's complicated. What I'm trying to say is that there are times when it's exactly what I need, exactly when I need it OR it actually feels good. Shrug. But there is a complicated maze lined with booby traps and tiger pits and rivers filled with crocodiles between point A (ouch) and point B (c'est moi).
...
On a different level? I cannot stand rising in the ranks. I don't like promotions, I don't like being known, and I reeeeeally don't like being recognized. f*ck fame. Rich and famous would be hell for me. Rich & obscure, otoh? :sneaky: I could do that one. Point being, though, I have a pernicious habit of leaving any job right when I start doing really well at it. Once people start noticing me? I'm gone. Poof! Good bye (or more often, a simple no-show, and not infrequently I've left whole cities just to avoid the association).
Exposed. Exposed. Exposed.
Shudder. Can't do it. Even here, is very very very hard. I've almost left half a dozen times or more. Continuing to come here, even when I don't want to, and all I want to do is run... Is quasi-therapy for me. Because it scares me. And I have an iron clad rule of doing anything that scares me, until it doesn't. And I'm experimenting with the whole "connection" thing. It may be stupid. But it's new. And I'm still really bad at it. So I stay. Because I'm still f*cking bad at it, it's "okay" for me to stay. It's pushing my boundaries to stay. Which I like. Boundaries need pushing. Sure, it's just online. Sure, it's anonymous. But it's still deeply uncomfortable and extremely challenging. And painful. But helpful.