j4: (kanji)
So someone has made this game where you play Tetris and Snake at the same time with the same controls. It feels like this is both a) the thing I was unwittingly training for throughout the 1980s, and b) a metaphor for my life.

After a few minutes on it I managed to get as far as 8:12 (Tetris:Snake). It's much harder than it looks. But it also feels somehow familiar, and I eventually realised that that's because I spend an awful lot of my life with my brain in split-screen mode, listening to two loudly-delivered monologues, one in each ear, which scramble my brain on different frequencies. It goes something like this:

Channel 1: "I'm going to play with my magnets. I'm making a house! Housey housey house, housey house, house house house, look! I've made a number H for Hazel! A B C D E F G H I J K ELLAMENNOPEEEEEE Q R S T U V W X Y AND ZEEEEE NOW I KNOW MY A B C NEXT TIME WON'T YOU SING WITH ME mama DID YOU HEAR my alphabet song? IT'S SINGING TIME MAMA"

Channel 2: "Oh - mum, can I tell you something that happened at school? Mum, right, so, yesterday, I mean, it wasn't yesterday, but the bit I'm going to tell you is, but on Tuesday - I mean Monday - so at lunchtime, mum, Iris said - cos I was playing with Iris when it happened - I mean, it's not a bad thing - well a bit of it was bad but I wasn't doing that bit - so yesterday, right, mum..."

and occasionally I find myself literally unable to finish thinking the half-thought I've had in my head for half an hour, something like "what do I need to put on the shopping list", but I can't even work out why I'm having trouble concentrating because the noise is completely bypassing the actual conscious noise-processing bits of my brain and going straight into some kind of background process that slowly grinds the entire system to a halt, until suddenly it breaks through into the conscious & I realise that for the last 10 minutes Img has been trying to tell me something very important about her complex web of friendships, and H has been trying to tell me something very important about a picture of a dog, and I have to stop and tell them both I'm sorry I somehow haven't heard anything you've been saying for the last 10 minutes or managed to hear myself think.

It occurs to me that I do a split-brain thing to try to get myself to sleep sometimes as well, counting backwards from 100 to 1 while visualising the numbers in the other order. So 'saying' 100 in my head but 'seeing' the number 1, 'saying' 99 while 'seeing' the number 2, and so on. Like the thing where you try to pat your head & rub your tummy at the same time (which is easy) only both the head and the tummy are in your head. God knows what the people who say it's impossible to see pictures in your head would make of that.

It does absolutely drive me round the actual bend, though, the way Img orbits elliptically around the point of what she's saying, getting asymptotically closer to the inferred point of the thing, cocooning herself in a series of infinitely-nested parentheses. I don't know WHERE she gets it from hem hem.

On the other other other hand, mind you, this. I'm in this picture and I don't like it.
j4: (running)
This Sunday I'm running in the Town & Gown 10k again, in aid of Muscular Dystrophy. About 5 of my colleagues are running too, and I don't think any of them are trying to raise sponsorship at all -- for them it's purely about the running. I found this surprising, but perhaps I'm just naive and lots of people take that attitude -- if so, how do these events actually make any money for the charities? (Do some people raise so much sponsorship that it makes up for it?) I can sympathise with a certain degree of embarrassment in asking people to sponsor you -- I don't find it easy, and certainly when it's a regular thing there's a sense that people are probably rolling their eyes and thinking oh no, here we go again. But if I really couldn't bear it, I wouldn't enter charity events! Or I'd just sponsor myself to the tune of £50 or so and accept that as the price of taking part. :-} I just worry that the whole thing is a really inefficient way of raising money for anything, and it's just a sop to middle-class guilt, and I'd be better writing a cheque to the charity and not wasting other people's time by asking them for money. The more I think about the whole "get sponsored to do things" model, the more absurd it seems. Mind you, the more I think about anything the more I just unravel it. Perhaps I should do a sponsored not-thinking-about-anything-for-a-day in aid of an Existentialist society or something.

But I am weary, weary, weary of being constantly made fun of by colleagues for trying to do the right thing, for trying to think about what the right thing is in situations, for trying not to be selfish; I am tired of getting snide comments like "oh you're so virtuous" and "I'm just not such a good person as you" in response to anything I say about anything I do. I don't want to preach and I try not to come across as preaching (though I do question and debate rather than just pretending to agree with things that I don't agree with), I don't think I'm particularly "good", I certainly don't think I'm "better" than other people as a person, in fact most of the time I think I'm a big heap of fail and I struggle to stay motivated to do anything. I don't think people are innately "good" or "evil", I think it's all about actions and patterns of action and choices, and you can't necessarily infer anything from the information you have about one person's choice in one situation. Obviously I think some choices are 'better' (which is almost always a relative judgement rather than an absolute) than others, otherwise how would I ever decide to do anything? But I don't even think I make relatively-good decisions more than average (how the heck would anybody measure that anyway?), I think I try hard but (as in most things) I feel as though I work harder than some to compensate for finding things harder.

But there's a whole nother blog post in there (a book, really) about trying to get things right, about guilt and blame, about fail and win, about the unfashionability of morals and the mess we've replaced them with, which I'm probably never going to have the time or energy to write.

Anyway ... in the unlikely event that you still want to sponsor me after all that angst, my online sponsorship form is here (they're officially endorsing online sponsorship this time, which is definitely progress!), & I will be very grateful indeed (because, at the risk of sounding cheesy, it does make the running seem more worthwhile, even though these days everybody's given the money before the run, so the original model sort of doesn't work any more). And if you don't, that's fine, & I promise I'm not judging you for it in any way! (Saying that makes me feel like people will think I'm saying it because I am judging and want to deny it, but honestly, no, just no. Let me at least be the owner of my own thoughts.)

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