This asshole flew at me once to see if I'd flinch. I did not (because I am gormless but it didn’t know that) and it had to veer off.
This was easy mode though. I was already pretty sure he’d do well. Family is going to be very challenging.
My poor friend had no idea what I was going to say. Goodness knows what went through his mind while I was struggling to get it out! When I did though, he aced it. Top marks. No notes.
I mean, it was a hell of a rush too! I was visibly shaking for ages afterwards. It felt like being a teenager and confessing my love to someone and finding out they’re into me too, but x1000000.
Looking back on this after a couple of days. I wonder what I looked like as I said it. I spent at least a minute wrestling with my own head and failing to say it before I could get it out *after* I had made the decision to do it. I guess that’s just what it was like for me to overcome decades of firewalling. I also wonder what it’ll be like the next time.
Life got busy, but now the lkid’s birthday party is out of the way I can instead focus on more superficial things. I had purple nails for the last week, but the purple was so dark it looked black anyway, see? I have some blue to try next, which looks like it might come out a bit lighter. Or maybe I’ll just turn out goth again.
I don't know what triggered it, but I suddenly got nostalgic for time spent in a lab reverse engineering some janky command set of a microwave synthesiser over GPIB. GPIB itself is cool because each plug is also a socket, so you can daisy chain them. Then I got to thinking about the control pads of the Panasonic 3DO, since those were also daisy-chain-able.
My pigeon milk fact I dropped in a work channel somehow jumped the gap to real life and I could tell the people who knew because they couldn’t look at me.
I live in Brighton, UK. Not very tall (I just have a small head and I’m standing closer than you think). Biblically accurate software engineer.🏳️⚧️