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Nostalgia & TED Talks

11/04/2018

Tonight after work, I somehow got lost in various TED Talk videos. One I came across was of a hypnotist who came to the Queens University. While we were watching it, we came to the conclusion that there was a smattering of actors and some non-actor types. We arrived at this conclusion because one of the women "volunteers" reacted slightly too soon or a little too late.  And it totally seems like one of those things where the only way you'll believe it is if you, personally, experience it first hand. I don't know about you guys, but I am totally a chicken, and unwilling to try that one. I don't really feel like clucking like a chicken, or assuming I'm a cat, terrified of cucumbers. Not what one would call a good time.

 

After we watched the various TED talks, we started talking about how some people have excelled at typing, and others have not. It makes sense that our parents generations wouldn't necessarily be handy at typing on a computer. But then there are people in our generation who are just as bad. It confuses me; we live in a world where technology has made it possible for us to learn skills like typing, and researching. So why are people so terrible at typing? It's such an easy thing. We talked about how we partially learned to be better typists due to MSN Messenger or ICQ. I'm reminded of late night conversations with friends. I'm also reminded of how many late nights there actually were. I was at an age where I was still struggling with sleep issues that were undiagnosed. I was also a very lonely teenager, unable to step out of my comfort zone. Mostly I was unwilling to step out of my comfort zone. I was so terrified of being judged, that I hid in my room almost every hour I wasn't at school, and kept entirely to myself at school. I definitely had friends, but they only got a bare glimpse of who I was as a person. It wasn't until I was out on my own that I learned how to be me without fear. The trick is deciding you don't care, and believing it. And by not caring, I mean, I can act as silly as I want without worrying about what other people think. 

 

I'm just going to be me. If people don't like that, then that's their loss. I am happy with who I am as a person. No one has a right to make me feel inferior. No one can tell me I'm less than who I am. 

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