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What do I do?

When you’re online, you tend to stick to things that don’t bother you. Like, I’m not going to go to stormfront.org and white supremacists aren’t gonna go to sites run by someone with a brain. It’s just the way it is.

You know how when someone is against someone else’s (supposed) idiocy, the first tend to simplify and generalize the second? For example, some conservatives twist around what liberals say to make it seem like liberals are simple-minded children who all think the same things. (As if every liberal has had the same life experience.)

Obviously, they’re messing up. I’ve noticed I do the same thing, though. (Racists don’t have a brain!) When I read feminist websites, they simplify and generalize anyone’s who’s not pro-choice. It’s difficult when you meet an actual anti-choicer, because s/he is not always a mindless bigot who wants to control women. Some of them sincerely believe life begins at conception. (Right now, another part of me wants to butt in and say they’re idiots that need to think about what they’re proposing.) They’ve had different life experiences that gave them different values. It doesn’t necessarily make them bad people.

So yeah, the shades of grey make it hard to deal with people who disagree with you once you meet them. You’ve got an arsenal of arguments against something stupid, but it rarely applies to anyone, because the arsenal was tailored to fit the perfect form of an imbecile. And the perfect form doesn’t represent family members, close friends, respected mentors, or tormentors, bosses, and landowners. Some people are cool enough to come right out and tell anyone that the s/he just said something stupid. I’m honestly jealous.

If a creepy old man came up to me and started talking to me and looking at my chest and reciting me poetry, ideally, I’d tell him to fuck off. But in real life, the man sometimes looks harmless and to be honest, pitiful. So it’s hard to say “Fuck off,” when I’m sure he doesn’t know what he’s doing wrong. Another factor is that I’m going to see him every day, so it would cause less conflict and be less of a bother just to acknowledge his talking without encouraging it. He doesn’t understand the difference, though, so there is no difference.

I go out of my way a lot to accomodate other people, but I think I actually like that about myself, because I can’t stand self-absorbency or conflict. (I have a huge problem with taking care of others before I take care of myself. Have you noticed?) Consequently, I might just take a earlier bus to school to avoid him. However, the bus comes once every hour only, so instead of taking it at 10, I have to take it at 9. Which means I have to wake up at around 8 to shower and get ready—wait, no. I would have to wake up at 7, because my sister showers to get ready for work at 8. So, instead of waking up at 9 to get ready for school (already an amazing struggle and victory for me), I have to wake up at 7. All because I want to accomodate a creepy old man. Or I could just tell him to fuck off and be proud of it.

What bugs me is that no matter what I do, I’ll feel a little undeservingly bad.

4 February 12, 2010

Hmph

I didn’t get the job.

Last night, the woman called me, and said I have more growth in other industries or something. Making me so angry.

There was nothing relevant to put in my resume, so I put web development stuff and made it relate (bad idea). But I told her that I don’t want to do web development anymore. It’s dead. It’s over. Bye.

But she shooed me away because I happen to have experience in something I don’t want to do anymore.

Everyone I know is telling me the same thing, too. Diana, you can do it. Diana, it’s the future. I think it might be impressive that I know HTML and CSS and PHP, but only to people who don’t know them.

It takes more than that to get a job, friends. I don’t know a lot of JavaScript to be a front-end developer, and I don’t know OOP to be a back-end developer, and I don’t have the creativity to design as a job.

And no more learning, please. I’m tired already, and I imagine I’d only get more tired trying to keep up in the industry. No más. I just want an office job where I can use general skills and not be stressed out.

So, I guess I give up. I’m going for front-end developer jobs, making it clear what I can or can’t do. Sigh, you know?

2 January 24, 2010

I am not a creep

Did you know your browser and the websites you visit exchange these things called HTTP headers? Two of those headers are called User-Agent and Referer [sic].

User-Agent shows stuff like this:
Mozilla/5.0 (Macintosh; U; Intel Mac OS X 10.6; en-US; rv:1.9.1.6) Gecko/20091201 Firefox/3.5.6

While Referer [sic, man] shows the referrer of the website you are on.

It’s pretty easy stuff. Anyone with a website could get this information from your browser. Look at showip.net.

I would like to say that, despite several accusations, I am not a creep for sometimes watching my site statistics while you are on this site.

It’s just so fun to see your screen resolution~

1 December 23, 2009