I just read my first Captain Marvel comic, and it was great! I loved it, and I will look for the trade. It’s the Carol Danvers Captain as written and drawn by DeConnick, Andrade, and Bellaire. She jumps off of the page and feels like a superhero. I can’t wait to read more.
I am grinding my teeth again. Not on purpose, of course. I notice it at different intervals during the day or when I wake up at night. I think it’s stress. My weeks are very busy now, & I never finish everything I need or want to do. My professors keep assigning more work, & I’m spending so little time at work, I feel like I am not pulling my weight. However, I think i will be successful in the end.
I have a tendency to obsess over certain instances in my personal timeline. One of them is when two coworkers “corrected” me, saying I should say the word “unconscious” instead of “subconscious.”. I knew they were wrong, but I didn’t remember with enough certainty to correct them. Later, I looked it up and realized I was correct. Still, I never corrected them. It really wasn’t a big deal, but part of me feels the strong urge to prove I was right. I referred to the unconscious mind while describing another person’s phobia, while they incorrectly concluded I meant the definition referencing a lack of awareness or sensory perception as if asleep. Anyway, here are the definitions I found:
Unconscious–adj. Not conscious; lacking awareness and the capacity for sensory perception as if asleep or dead; without conscious volition; (followed by ‘of’) not knowing or perceiving. Noun. That part of the mind wherein psychic activity takes place of which the person is unaware (unconscious mind).
Subconscious–adj. just below the level of consciousness; N. psychic activity just below the level of awareness.
(Both definitions are from the Advanced English Dictionary)
It’s true, they are very similar; however, I was not wrong. Yes, I know I sound like Claire on Modern Family, but it’s true. So, why didn’t I correct them later? I guess part of me wanted to drop it so I wouldn’t sound like the obsessive person I occasionally am; the other part wanted them to have a win for the day. Also, checking the accuracy of my statements is for me. I want to be correct and know I am not making a false statement.
PS: School is kind of kicking my butt right now, so updates will continue sporadically. I don’t anticipate people waiting with bated breath for my next random topic update. I only mention it if you are curious.
This morning, I ran into an acquaintance I see every month or so. He is a nice man, but sometimes he says things that are sort of insulting. While we were talking, he asked me how much weight I lost overall. I started exercising regularly and not drinking as much about four or five years ago, and it caused me to lose weight. I have always been a healthy eater, so I didn’t have to adjust my regular diet very much. I assumed he meant since that point. From that particular instance in time, I lost about fifteen or twenty pounds. I am 5’2″. On someone my size, twenty pounds can look like thirty or almost forty. He insisted I must have lost at least thirty, saying, “Well, I remember seeing you at your dad’s before, and, well…now you look like a whole different person.” I know I wasn’t that overweight. I weighed myself before I started jogging and working out regularly, and I know I wasn’t extremely overweight. Not even close. Yes, I gained more than I should, but not so much that I “look like a whole different person.” Now, I will admit my posture improved significantly with ballet training, and I have a slightly different hairstyle and wear better fitting clothes. Those are not the same as losing weight. Also, he isn’t the only person who broached the subject in this manner. Every time I see my nanny, she says, “How many pounds you lose? How many, tell me the truth.” I know she and the other guy mean well, but it’s very hurtful and insulting to have people insinuate–or say outright–they thought you were extremely overweight when you weren’t. I see people who are obese every day. I know the difference between obese and somewhat overweight. The worst part is, both of these people repeat them each time I see them.
I heard them the first few times. It’s been four years. While it was sort of okay to say the first year, every instance since was unnecessary and somewhat insulting. If anyone is thinking of saying these types of things to someone, please consider saying, “You look like you are taking great care of yourself, and I want to say ‘Good job,'” or “I think you look wonderful today; keep up the good work!” Those are much nicer than, “Damn, you looked like hell before, but you sure look good now,” or “You were so fat, but now you look really good.” People who lost weight don’t want their past selves constantly insulted. Their past is still part of them. My past is still part of me. Don’t hurt her. She’s been through enough.