- He/Him
31 January 1987 | SciFi/Action Writer | INTJ/INTP-A | ⊘ RP | PG-13 | ♂ (Married +1 Kid)
I seriously don't know how some of you put stuff out so quickly. I can ultimately get halfway decent artwork and writing out, but in no way do I think I could ever maintain a captive audience for long enough to do something like a Patreon or even remotely live off of this.
Ugh... I am so behind on my writing project after this past year. I've been trying to get the next chapter done, but I can't seem to spend more than five minutes on it at any given time and the output is just... uninspired baseline text that isn't much better than my outline. I guess I have no choice but to fall back and let this wear off again. Maybe I'll focus on a few other things for now... IDK.
It kind of sucks, because for once, not a lot is going on (at least in terms of day-to-day work) to prevent me from doing the creative stuff. With my luck, the second the inspiration/motivation comes back, I'll be saddled with new work and it'll have to wait.
In other news, I think I figured out why the CSS from my journals no longer work when viewed through the module on my main page -- it appears that the styling must be done inline for it to remain visible there. I'd do that, but there's no way to do the responsive media queries necessary to allow those parts of my page to respond to light and dark themes like my other modules, so I'm just going to keep things the way they are for now.
--PRD/SentientAberration
I finally took a moment to clean up my personal website a bit and make it more concise and to the point, content-wise. I may be pretty good with HTML/CSS, but outside of my sysadmin duties, I've never really forayed into any sort of serious server-side scripting or functionality. But with the Internet sort of going to crap these days, I'm thinking more and more about adding the ability for folks to interact and leave messages to my site... but I have no idea where to even start.
I know there's a pretty healthy Neocities community here and that some of you put guestbooks on your page, which might be a sufficient starting point. Any decent recommendations from anyone there?
I'm still not sure if that's the route I'll take. I prefer to have as much of my stuff self-coded and maintained as possible, but with this being a side-project hobby sort of thing, it really doesn't sit high on my priority list... especially with a baby to take care of in the background :/ And I'm wary of opening myself up to security and bot/spamming vulnerabilities with the simple stuff, so ...IDK.
Anyways, if anyone has good recommendations they feel like sharing, drop them here. Otherwise, I might just need to school myself a bit and get back to this later.
--PRD/SentientAberration
Why am I writing this...? Well, if I had to state a Thesis up front, I guess it would be that we all really ought to loosen up a bit on the Internet. Let me explain...
My brain doesn't work quite like the majority of the population. It's thrown teachers, counselors, psychiatrists, my parents, and even my friends off my entire life. I know the cool thing to say anymore is "there's really no such thing as normal", and while that seems true and well-intentioned in a general sense, it... actually doesn't represent reality. It also doesn't make things better for those of us that have very much been part of the odd-one-out crowd their entire life. I mean, it does make a valid point -- that the notion of "normal" can lead to somewhat harmful exclusionary behaviors -- but it doesn't really change the fact that this isn't really a choice or moral decision some of us make. It can't be fixed by "normalizing abnormal" in society.
To further show what I mean, I'm going to quote a meme that was posted by an old High School friend of mine who has child diagnosed with Autism... and that knowing them personally, has mild symptoms, themselves:
Autistic me: "Oh, that reminds me of something similar that happened to me."
Hoping this leads to: A fun moment of connection over shared experiences.
What the other person hears/interprets: That I'm making it about me rather than listening to them.
*Sighs...* Yeah, that kind of hit the nail on the head. That's definitely a thing. And I hate it.
Look... I'm a very much well-meaning and generally helpful sort of person. Maybe to a fault, sometimes. What does this have to do with anything? Apply the above scenario to me when someone posts something about a difficulty in their life, or a frustration about something. I see these as opportunities to make a (hopefully) positive contribution to that person's day... in fact, it can be difficult for me to simply stand by and let it pass, particularly if I've had or overcome some sort of similar experience that could potentially help with seeing the bigger picture in a more helpful/positive way. So that second part effectively becomes: "A moment of empathetic connection over shared experiences"... and I'm usually trying to do this by way of two things -- trying to let you know you're not alone, and citing a time where perhaps I might have felt a similar way to let you know I'm not simply making some empty made-up statement of support (backing with evidence, let's say).
You see, here's the problem with that -- Some people just want to vent. They don't want someone else's empathy; they just want someone to listen. People like me? Yeah, we're listening... but we're awful at simply just doing that and nothing else. We see someone who could really use a hug, even if only figuratively speaking...
...and then it just comes off as a very robotic and awkward hug at best... or hijacking the conversation and making it about us at worst.
In reality, that could not be further from the truth. But... I know I've done this to people, and I'm sorry if it came off wrong or led to some form of unintentional distress. I cannot influence how anyone chooses to interpret my actions. But because they're... different, the probability that they're misinterpreted remains much higher than average.
I've lost friends, accidentally burned bridges, and pretty sure I even blew up my very first romantic relationship because of this exact sort of thing. My brain analyzes and wants to apply logic and effective, efficient solutions to everything -- including emotionally-laden things like empathy -- and it freakin' sucks! Sometimes, all I want to do is help someone feel a little better... and I somehow end up accidentally making it worse.
There are a LOT of people here who claim to be neurodivergent in some way or another... and I'm not going to cast any doubt on that; I may very well be preaching to the choir here. But... for that very reason, we may want to be a little more patient with each other, and when necessary, more blunt/blatant about our needs and intent.
On that note, my comment section remains open. Maybe a little vent-y, but by no means a hands-off discussion. Have you been on either side of this conundrum? Do you maybe have a different take on this? Rather than lament this phenomenon, I'd honestly rather we... *checks notes* have "A fun moment of connection over shared experiences" instead.
--PRD/SentientAberration
It's been a moment since I posted a proper thoughtful "Journal," so here one is. Might get a bit heavy, but it's still fine to leave your thoughts at the end if you want.
Time has not been nice to the things I grew up with. The places, people, and things I used to take for granted... that I knew each morning would still be there when I woke up, that--for good or for bad--defined my world for too long, they're largely gone now.
For years, I grew up in a house that, despite frankly being kind of a trash heap, was home and a place of comfort. That home was in a neighborhood with stores down the street that I was familiar with, parks that I played at, and relatives I looked forward to visiting during the holidays. You know, those things just sort of get taken for granted after awhile. But... it turns out, they don't last.
That old home of mine... I escaped it over a decade ago. The roof in my bedroom was caving in. The stairs to the basement had collapsed, and just about everything else had become filthy and falling apart. I had to spend a summer trying to rescue things from the place in 2018 before the Port Authority forced my parents to leave it. But... it didn't end there. The whole neighborhood, as if some apocalypse had occurred at some point, was no longer at all what it once was. Driveways were overgrown, trees had disappeared, things weren't maintained anymore. The trail in the woods I used to explore had somehow become dangerous and impassable. The nearby town fared no better... the places I once knew either moved out, closed, or simply fell apart. The relatives have either passed away or moved on, the schools and familiar landmarks have closed or been torn down. There are now drive-by shootings and crime all over the place there. At some point, the place that I once called home ceased to exist. Actually... no... it rotted away.
As a grown man, there are times when my mind returns to the golden era of these places... the familiar smells, sounds, and feelings still tease the very edge of the senses, briefly bringing me back and making me want to go back and visit, if only for a moment. And this is despite that old home of mine even being a truly horrible place to live at times in my life.
But I can't. It's gone. There is simply nothing to go back to anymore. And I'm going to be honest, it's a bit depressing.
I am truly on my own now. It's a truly humbling feeling.
Things aren't all bad, however. I refused to rot like my past. I've moved on. After much effort and struggle, I have a new family and a new home. Still, no matter what I do within my power to try to make it all feel at least a little like the days past, it remains fleeting at best. Not only has the world of my past faded... I've irreversibly changed, myself.
Having become a father for the first time this year, I realize that with my son, a whole new chance to experience these things has blossomed. Though I may not be able to feel those things myself anymore, my kids will have their own version of it. The comfort of home, the familiarity of friends and family, the sounds, smells, and overall aura of a place they intimately know. And God am I terrified of ruining that somehow. I absolutely MUST do my best to let him enjoy it while it lasts.
We all have to learn to let go and move on at some point. But... if I've learned anything as I've gotten older, things don't last forever. We too often think of the people we know this way, but the entire world you grew up in? Taking things for granted is a path to future sorrow, it seems. But can we really help it in the end?
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Anyway... just a musing I had tonight. I think looking at my old OG profile on DeviantART set this in motion. I miss what I had there back then. I absolutely despise what it's become. And though I see the potential to ultimately relive some of that here, so much around me is so irrevocably changed and alien despite this. Perhaps, like my past, I too am beginning to fade away as I grow older, despite my desire to resist it.
--PRD/SentientAberration
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