the_radness

This is me. I have made some very expensive fuck-ups at work and lost my job several times because of my forgetfulness or missing details. Thankfully I'm medicated now, but the fear and anxiety is still deeply ingrained in me. I am the livelihood of my family. I pay our bills, the mortgage, car payments and insurance. Any mistake could mean my family and I will need to start hunting for the nicest bridge to live under.

In the mid 10s, I worked as the engineering director for a consultancy. My boss would openly brag about being able to hire women for a fraction of the cost of a man. I was so offended by this that I created a partnership with a coding academy for at-risk and underrepresented individuals just a few blocks away from our office. I made it my mission to hire as many women junior engineers as I could, just so that I could train them up and find them better paying jobs elsewhere.

Women engineers are out there, and I hope I've made the dating pool just a little bigger for you.

Not unless they also mention racism, transphobia and homophobia as the other line items.

The feeling of isolation is something that I have experienced throughout life. I can only attribute it to the norm that men should not talk about their woes, lest they be seen as weak.

My upbringing was a bit different, as my brother and I never had male role models growing up and we were never encouraged to confirm to those norms.

For me personally, the feeling of isolation occured and eventually compounded after the birth of our son. I did not cope well with the lack of sleep and the immediate loss of personal space and time. I felt like my feelings and experiences could never compare to what my wife was going through, and I had no right to complain. This led me to nearly a decade of depression, to the detriment of my wife and son both.

What has helped me over time, is the acknowledgement that my feelings and experiences are valid, and I don't need to compare them to others.

I love steamed clams!

Howdy-do, fellow minute-man!

If your dick can't do the walking, let your tongue do the talking.

Memory recall is the worst for me. Long-term or short-term, cognitive; all bad.

• Did you remember to grab your laptop on your way to work? Nope.
• Do you remember going to the movie theater, sitting in your seat, and watching the new animated Adams Family movie with your family? Nope.
• Did you move that load of towels from the washer to the dryer four days ago? Nope.
• Did you remember your wife's name after fifteen years of marriage when introducing her to your new coworkers? Nope.
• Do you remember the word for that super simple thing? It's literally the opposite of down, and you should definitely not be stumbling on this word because we're on a conference call. Nope.

Wow. This comments section reads like 50 various versions of Colin Robinson, all swarming on this very post. Every single one of them finding a way to be more pedantic or curmudgeonly than the other.

Fuck a cheetah!

I hope you didn't accidentally fall out of a window.

I have over 1500 cumulative hours invested in No Man's Sky and Minecraft respectively. I am a casual gamer. I started playing Minecraft in 2012 and NMS in 2017.

Never get into Modular Synthesizers.