Today was good. I talked to my therapist, again. She makes me laugh a lot, which is awesome. I chatted with an Apple Support rep. online, and we fixed my main issue. I was ecstatic, because I thought I’d have to take it to a tech in person. I went online to check my AppleCare dates, and figured I may as well check their database to see if it was an easy fix. Nothing came up, so I went into the chat. It was an easy, albeit time consuming fix. However, I’m still having problems with powering down. I wasn’t planning on seeking support for that, as it’s an OS X issue, and contacting support for a software issue is against my religion, (as a software engineer).
I got my case number and thanked the guy who helped me. He did a good job, and didn’t make me feel frustrated by over-explaining simple tasks. I think the way I explained my issue was enough to inform him that I wasn’t a computer neophyte. That’s all just pride and ego flexing. I think it’s practically a human trait to dislike being told how to do what you already know how to do. It could just be an American thing, though. I’ve had more than one non-American imply that we tend toward arrogance. I don’t get upset when non-Americans criticize our nation because it amuses me. When there’s over 300 million people being insulted right along with you, it’s kinda hard to take it personally.
The whole concept of nationalism amuses me to a degree. My amusement over it increases with age. The older I get, the more I see myself as an earthling, and less as an American. My time in the service helped me see beyond the lies we’re taught in school. I suppose that’s what experience does. It alters your focus and perspective. I still have mind boggling (to me), experiences on a regular basis. Sometimes I think it’s because my world went from being very small to huge overnight. But I think it’s probably more complex than that. I’ve always been the kind of person who faces fear like I’m secretly participating in a lifelong game. I jump in with both feet, and come what may. The more it scares me, the more likely I am to rush in and get it over with.
Even as a little girl, I would jump into the pool rather than slowly allow my body to adjust to the temperature. I think it’s because there’s not a detectable difference in how I experience fear, be it from a spider, or jumping out of a perfectly good plane. Both scenarios scare me as far as I can be scared. So I kill the damn spider, (after trying to get anyone else to do it for me). Or I just say, “Fuck it”, and jump. I’d like to say this strategy is working well for me, but who knows. I can say that it makes my life pretty exciting, sometimes. Usually, the exciting parts are far better in hindsight, though.
My brain tends to forget the sucky stuff, and put a red bow on the rest. For example, I have fond memories of basic training, and remember it as a fun time in my life. But if I challenge that ridiculous notion with a little thought, I can recall sitting on a bench in the latrine, wondering if it was possible to lose weight from crying. When I had that thought, I was extremely stressed out, and spent an indecent amount of time wishing hateful things on my Drill SGT’s. Now, I look back and laugh. I was such a spoiled child when I showed up for basic. The Army cured me of both being spoiled, and being a child. Uncle Sam had a lot of practice long before I came along. Although, according to my Drill SGT, I was the most suggestion making, why asking, Private he’d ever trained. So there’s that.