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So… one of my friends blocked me because she’s going to “leave me alone now”. Is this a bad sign?
Disclaimer: I'm midway through my coffee, so I apologise if this ends up meandering toward a point.
First off, I'm sorry you're going through depression, it's draining and it sure seems to have done a number on you.
Secondly, yeah, it's a pretty bad sign... But it's a bad sign which can serve as a wake-up call, depending on how you look at it and how you choose to react.
I can understand how frustrated and spent one can feel while going through it. It drains not only social batteries, but emotional ones as well, making it really easy to lash out at others out of pain. Your example seems to fit. But there are other ways to go about it. I know it's hard to make an extra push when all you seem to be doing is pushing that boulder uphill all day long, but you have to realise that, unless your friends are toxic and abusive (which they don't seem to be from what you've offered) thus basically one of the reasons which keep you stuck in depression, they're not to blame for it (and if they are, you should be reconsidering your friendship with them in the first place).
As such, it's unfair to react aggressively toward them for trying to socialise with you. They're just trying to do what friends do, to connect and be with you. In this case specifically, it sounds to me that you had an expectation about how your friends should approach these attempts at interacting with you, but you've not said anything about communicating it to your friends before reacting to a perceived disrespect of said expectation. What your friend did is a pretty natural and normal reaction when faced with random hostility from others. They are not obligated to just sit there and take it because you're friends, it's quite the opposite of what a friendship is supposed to be.
So, now it's up to you to choose how to deal with it. If you'd want to try to salvage the friendship and maintain it from now on, my advice for this would be really taking some time for yourself for a week or two, disconnect from socials and try to do some digging around how you're feeling and why, to put things in perspective for yourself. And keep it contained, give yourself a set deadline, because isolation and depression are best friends...
Before that, though, I'd recommend writing out a short and sincere apology letter to the one who blocked you. If you have no way of otherwise reaching out to her digitally, make it a physical letter and actually deliver it. Tell her how you've been feeling - be honest and open about it, really - and inform her of your planning to take some time for yourself and be specific about the amount. Even if you'll end up needing more time for yourself, it's better to communicate an extension than to leave it vague from the start.
The most important aspect of the above is not expecting a reconciliation. Apologise for the sake of it if you do feel inclined to apologise, but your friend is now fully within her right to decide for herself whether or not she wants to give you a second chance. And regardless of what happens with this friendship, try to keep in mind what I said about people not being to blame for how depression makes us feel, and I mean with everyone. Again, if they're toxic, the priority should be establishing boundaries and increasing the distance between you, but that's a different situation.
Also, always keep in mind that human beings absolutely suck at mind reading, so you'll need to communicate expectations from the start. You really don't need to feel bad about setting expectations, because relationships are a two-player game at a minimum and the other person can always choose their own reaction. But it's important that you contextualise yourself for them, tell them what works and what doesn't work for you, what you need and don't need, the works. And it's 100% ok if you need some space, or some time to yourself, or you're not in the mood to chat right then and there, or you have other things going, but it's essential that you communicate that. The only type of bad texter is the texter who doesn't communicate their pattern (or lack thereof). A short "can't talk now, will drop a line when able" is more than enough to call a break.
As a side note, the other end isn't much better in terms of maintaining relationships, and I'm referring to the vanishing act. That's the one I used to pull back in my early twenties when dragging myself through depression, I'd just vanish off social media and would not respond to anyone for months. They even used to joke that they were placing bets on whether or not I was still alive "this time," which is just as cruel a thing to do to people who are invested in your wellbeing...
You messed up. And it's ok that you did, seriously. It's how we calibrate ourselves to the world around us. The important thing is what we learn from messing up and how we apply the lesson moving forward.
I genuinely hope you'll be able to find some inner peace and clarity! And don't hesitate to ask strangers for their perspective, seriously. If you're not clear about an aspect of what you're going through, drop a post on one of the mental health boards, or relationship advice communities. And try to be honest about it with yourself first and foremost, give yourself some grace and compassion. Human life is a collective learning experience, literally not a single person who has ever lived on this planet has ever had it all figured out.
Just don't, y'know... like, doxx yourself, or something:)) And try to take everything with a grain of salt, actually think about how much sense one piece of advice makes when taken in the context of who you know yourself to be.
Some things off the top of my head would be the more dance-y contemporary side of Synthwave - something like Occams Laser - With You, or maybe more toward the Electronica side of things, like Birdy Nam Nam - Defiant Order. Daft Punk also work as a sort of Euro Disco kinda' distant cousin, too. At least these are the more upbeat proxies I know.
There's always Darkwave (The Neon Droid - Braindance), but it's like going from mild Indie to Nu Metal, so YMMV.
As a side note and potential rabbit hole, the first thing which popped into my head when skimming through that playlist was The Birthday Massacre - Science. I don't think they fall under Synthwave, but I find they do a wonderful job at incorporating the "synth" part into their unique voice!
Edit: oh and give The Octopus Project a try! The Mythical E.L.C., for instance. Bit different, but very peppy and fun!
Impossible! You mean to say... prisoners are just human beings?! Preposterous! Ludicrous, even!
Not at all, which is why I specified this in mine.
I am merely working with what's been given.
These are a lot of assumptions about a person you don't know.
As a counterexample, if there were any other substance which could replace vodka and coffee liqueur in their entirety while not containing alcohol, I'd drink Virgin White Russians all day long. Same goes for Jäger. And I have already tried some non-alcoholic gins and they entirely miss the pungency, which is the very element which confers alcohol its unique taste.
No, I genuinely do not like alcohol for its effects. It is not my jam. If I want to enjoy both the buzz and safe dips into my dark place, I smoke a doobie.
As for your argument about music, I think this is the wrong point of comparison. If you're referring to a strictly emotional reaction, taste has that covered all on its own.
All due respect, I cannot speak for your situation, but neither does your situation for everyone else who likes to sip alcohol.
I cannot stand the taste of cinnamon or licorice, but I don't believe addiction is required to be able to enjoy them.
This sounds like it starts from the assumption that it can only be consumed for the effect, not the taste.
I drink once, maybe twice every year, and never more than 2-3 drinks. And I specifically either sip a finger of Jägermeister, a White Russian, or expensive gin tonics (Scapegrace is brilliantly rich and nuanced, for instance), because I enjoy the taste.
What I do not enjoy is getting drunk. Not only because the following two days are worse than death, but especially because I don't like how my body slips out of my control and how it encourages my mind to drift toward the dark place.
Procrastination is a divine trait, then.
You're very welcome! Genuinely glad I wasn't too far off the mark!:))
Ooh, those aspects are well beyond my capacity for comprehension or visualisation! I feel like an ant watching nuclear explosions.
From what I've managed to find, they seem to be on the same wavelength, yes! There is a lot of melancholy and nostalgia in "mi-e dor de tine," it's an ardent longing to interact with that person, or to simply have their presence around again. And it's not just related to people, it's used whenever referring to someone or something which generated profound satisfaction in us, like food, activities, music, etc. And I've noticed that few people use it outside of its intended emotional context (like "awesome" became a generalised superlative for "good" when it initially meant "awe-inspiring").
As for the number of speakers, I didn't manage to find a lot of concrete or up-to-date information (although I am researching this halfway through my morning coffee, so I may have missed something), but Wikipedia (with this article from 2013 being cited as a source) states that about a quarter to a third of all Romanians spoke English a decade ago.
Anecdotally, I'd say that number has remained relatively unchanged, as while more people have been exposed to English in one way or another, we've also seen a significant uptick in emigration during the same period. Plus we've started dubbing a lot of cartoons in Romanian, which I suspect has contributed to fewer children picking it up early on.
As an addition to my initial comment, in which I focused specifically on people who have Romanian as their primary language, we also have significant portions of the population who speak Hungarian, Ukrainian and Roma as their primary languages, accounting for about 9% of the population (again, the numbers are taken from the sources listed above, so I take them with a grain of salt in terms of absolute accuracy).
Yep. It's mostly all smoke and mirrors meant to make the worker feel better for getting a chump-change raise and taking on more responsibilities.
Disclaimer: I am not a sociologist or a linguist, so everything listed below is purely based on my amateurish observations.
As most people around my age in Romania (Millennials), I studied English as my "primary" secondary language all throughout primary, grade, and high school. I also studied French, but that one didn't stick to me quite as much (I kinda' blame the teaching methods involved for this one, because I've slowly been reforming that skill by using French subtitles, but anyway).
What I've noticed with most of my generational peers is that we speak "Romglish" when interacting with each other (not universally applicable). It's a very dynamic mix of both, for example: "Dammit, am uitat să mark it down în document, dar I'll cover it până la următoarea ședință."
From what I've seen, the tendency is to use the most poignant words or structures from both on a case-by-case basis - for example, when cursing, I've noticed that most people use English when they want something short and sharp, and Romanian when they want to flood their interlocutor with "well-wishes." We also tend to favour Romanian when we really want to dig into someone, as Romanian curse words feel heavier than English ones. Romanian also has more variants for interjectional structures (I think) - when a "God damn it..." would be used, we use "futu-i morții mă-sii," "băga-mi-aș" (with or without "pula"/"picioarele"), "Dumnezeii mă-sii," "mama naibii," "pula mea" (or "pana mea" as a lite variant), etc.
When talking tech, Romanian is mostly used to structure the ideas, while English is used to express the subject and related characteristics. It just "feels" more natural to use English for specialty subjects, as English techy words just sound more accurate and pragmatic.
In terms of dirty talk during sexy times, Romanian sounds weird/funny and kinda' breaks the mood, so I think most bilingual people favour English (if they talk dirty at all) - this is rather speculative, as we don't often talk about sex with eachother around here, but that seemed to be the consensus among the few people with whom I broached the subject.
When being intimate/vulnerable with eachother, we usually switch to Romanian, as it feels more personal and contains several structures which have more nuanced meanings than English - this may be a tired example, but "mi-e dor de tine" (which roughly translates to "I miss you") is contextually more loaded with melodramatism, as it's a mix of missing, yearning and craving, all wrapped together.
We still struggle with the accent - most English teachers back in the day favoured the English (I hope you Brits give me top marks for this ;) ;) ) accent over the American one, but few actually managed to reproduce it faithfully, so our accents are very specifically Romanian - they sound sort of Slavic, but we don't modulate our vowels as much, and our consonants are significantly harder. It's a blocky accent, for lack of a better word. Mine is a weird mix of English and American, with a bit of Romanian, Scottish and Irish thrown in there (mostly around consonants, and when capping off words - I use a lot of hard "r"s).
Speaking personally, my primary languages are Romanian and English, and they're both native - started speaking English at about the same time as I did Romanian (~1 year old) thanks to having access to undubbed Cartoon Network, Discovery Channel, Animal Planet, etc. back in the 90s, and I was relatively conversant in both by the time I reached kindergarten age. We also had a lot of bilingual kindergartens back in the day, and so was the one which I attended.
As a result, I also think in "Romglish," although English is somewhat more melodic to my ear, so I tend to favour it when expressing feelings, or when expressing complex ideas related to philosophy, tech, etc. When I talk to myself, however, I mostly use English, as I favour it over Romanian in general.
In my most vulnerable state, I use Romanian more frequently than English because it sounds a bit more personal, more intimate when used to express deep love or sadness, as mentioned above.
In general, however, I just use whatever's shortest to pronounce (syllable count): "am o idee" instead of "I have an idea," "just a sec" instead of "stai o secundă," "got it" instead of "am înțeles," etc.
Very late edit, because it may be relevant: most Boomers HATE us for this, with reasoning based on language purity (yeah...).
For me, it's the sheer scale of celestial bodies.
Our Sun is humongous. UY Scuti's radius is 1700 times larger - 185300 times larger than the Earth's. And then there's TON 618, which has a mass 66 billion times larger than our Sun's.
And even those are barely grains of sand when compared to solar and galactic structures... It is humbling, to say the least.
Edit 2: I deleted the previous edit, because my first observation is correct (scale is maintained when going from comparing radii to comparing diameters...), which is why I have an Arts degree.
Thank you! I physically recoiled from the first post I saw!
This may be one of those memetic SCPs, because my brain feels really funny after reading that. And not in a good way...
That doesn't mean he isn't a Nazi, just that he's an extra crummy one.
I only ever had one, and he died of old age! But he sure tried his best to clock out early!
I remember about three months in, I came home from school only to find him suspended from the top of his cage by his right hind leg. Rushed him to the vet, got minor PTSD when the doc tied his stump and told us "the rest of it will fall off soon," and we threw that cage away the instant we got back home.
After that, Crunchy (rough translation) had the whole apartment to himself, and he sure liked to run right in front of you as you were walking! Would have rather broken my neck than step on the little fella (which I nearly did a couple of times - the neck part, not the stepping on him part).
But he was very loving and cute, he'd climb up either mum or myself while we were watching movies or playing vidya, he'd nestle above the collar bone, and sleep there for hours. Even my cat loved him to bits, they used to sleep together under my bed. He'd help himself to popcorn, chips, fried eggs, cereal (because of course he was allowed on the table, equal rights), and he once bathed in my soup.
Oh, my god, don't do this to me, my eyes are useless...