August 31, 2010 | 
Author I’m often confounded by the logic that controls the thoughts of some people. Recently in the news was a story about some girl who went from a size 94 or some such, and through the weight loss program Weight Watchers, she squeezed her fat ass down to a size 12. Hoo fucking ray for you! Excellent job getting your obesity under relative control, but here’s the thing… it doesn’t mean shit to anyone but you. And it shouldn’t unless someone wants to use you as an example of how to stop being an obese pig. Other than that, a stick of gum is all the reward you should expect.
Now this woman is bitching and moaning over the fact that Weight Watchers won’t “credit her efforts enough to hire her as a national trainer.” Ok, again… kudos to you for dropping the equivalent weight of another adult, but that doesn’t mean anyone else owes you shit. What it does is prove that you were fat because you chose to be fat rather than some malady that required medical intervention. Congrats, you’re human… stay away from cheeseburger from here on out.
Expecting the company partially responsible for your weight loss to hire you is pushing the limits of reason. Why should they? Simply because you think they should and if they don’t that proves they have something against fat people? Perhaps they don’t think you’re qualified even if you believe the opposite. Companies weed out applicants all the time and especially in this economy, they have the right to choose only the best applicants who promote the companies ideals… and in this case, that means not hiring a fatty to be their spokesperson.
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Some people tend to work on emotion. Every action, every decision, every motive is controlled by their emotions. Nine times out of every ten, those decisions will be wrong. Maybe not immediately, but long term, those decisions tend to prove that making decisions when under the thrall of emotion is a bad idea.
I don’t function on emotion.
Not.
At.
All.
All my decisions have been based on information and extrapolation about possible outcomes based on that information. Sounds time consuming, but it isn’t really. At least not anymore. I’ve been functioning like this for such a long time that I can scroll down the list of possible options and extrapolate possible outcomes based on those decisions in a few heartbeats. In many cases those decisions may cause me immediate and temporary grief or discomfort, but long term they offer me the best chance at success.
I admit that i like pushing people’s buttons. It allows me to see who they really are… how people behave when off balance can quickly illustrate who can be counted on to perform regardless of the situation.
Weak people function on emotion. Not saying that all people who are emotional are weak, just that most people who are weak tend to function on emotion. I see it every day. It is easiest to get under these people’s skin. When pushed, these people to say or do things they wouldn’t otherwise do or say. Weird but true. And pushing people’s buttons can also show me whether or not that person is someone worthy of my interest/friendship/loyalty.
Plus it is really a lot of fun to make people mad.
A study, published in the Journal of Basic and Applied Psychology, found that 60 percent of people had lied at least once during the 10-minute conversation, saying an average of 2.92 inaccurate things. In less vague terms, people lie an average of 3 times every ten minutes.
I know this not because I am some kind of human lie detector, but because I dislike most people and nothing surprises me about how low the human condition can dip. Plus I naturally distrust EVERYONE. In my opinion, if you are talking to me, chances are you are lying to me.
Lots of people lie. Most people lie. Everyone lies. Being human means having to lie. Everyday. Every minute. To support not only the perceptions of others, but also our perceptions of ourselves.
Many animals engage in deception, or deliberately misleading another, but only humans are hard wired to deceive both themselves and others, researchers say. In essence, we are so engrossed in managing other people’s perceptions, that eventually it becomes nearly impossible to separate fact from fiction.
I like to tell people I am brutally honest, but that isn’t the same thing as saying I don’t lie. It is impossible to go through life without telling lies. I am including lies through omission as well (those are the lies that occur when we don’t tell the WHOLE truth). I actually tried living a life completely free of deception and discovered that people really didn’t want me around much and so, I learned to only speak the whole truth when asked for it. At all other times I am as honest as i can be and still have friends and family.
I’ve worked with computers for a long time, long before there was a commercial application of the internet to be exact. I’ve seen my fair share of interesting things and have participated in some interesting online conversations. In all that time I’ve maybe had a handful of of people threaten to kick my ass. When I was living in San Francisco, I actually had someone stalk me to my home and threaten to kick my ass… and up until I walked down stairs (after they rung my bell to tell me to come out so they could kick my ass), I truly believed I had experienced everything the internet had to offer. I can honestly say I’m still not overly worried when someone makes threats, veiled or overt, to kick my ass. So far its Internets 0, me 2 and perhaps that number will change someday. I’m not really afraid to meet people I become acquainted with on the internet. Heck, I dated a girl for a few years after I originally met her online.
Course, I’m not your average nerd. I’m not afraid of most things, and certainly am not afraid of those few internet trolls who think that I’m gonna change my mind if faced with someone in real life. How I behave online is pretty much how I act in real life… this isn’t a persona I adopted in order to live vicariously. What you see is what you get and what you read here is really how I am. And what I say here and elsewhere isn’t just shit I say to be controversial. If I write it, I mean it.
So for any of you big strong internet tough guys who want to kick my ass, feel free to find me in real life. It isn’t as if I try very hard to hide my identity and once you have that, you can find where I live.
