"People who will only believe in angels if they melt down their own halos"
I need someone to make this into song lyrics STAT
Your workplace and type are so complex. And so SOCIAL. I'd never survive it. But imagining what it might be like, from your descriptions, is interesting!
Those "The Next Big Thing" people...certainly I have met them too, I think! In my mind they're, like, in some sort of forever-trust fall. Or like one of those cats experiencing a harness for the first time and just sort of flops over so that the owner has to drag it around on the leash. Like: "Here I am, WONDERFUL MEEEE! Now carry me off to fame and fortune!" and then acting surprised when all you do is hand them the audition requirements haha. Or step over them to talk to someone else.
I experience the Next Big Thing people like I experience The Buzzzed Burly Guy who walks up to a group of lady-friends at a bar and picks The One He Wants and just starts talking to her as if her friends don't exist as if he can seduce her with his very presence and how good he is at not reading the room.
And if that woman turns him down or roasts him, rather than leaving ashamed, he just moves on to another lady in the group... his eyes sliding sideways down the line like, "Oh, hey... didn't see YOU there. I'm a prime... *burp*... catch and you are.... here. You got real purdy hair and I'm real good at... ya know....sex-stuff. Wanna go to my car?"
They offer NOTHING, yet act as if they are offering you the world... and it would be hilarious if you didn't worry about making them *mad/aggressive* by laughing at their ludicrous approach.
My old anime club had a chronic Next Big Thing Guy, who always had a concept for a plan for the best anime/video game/manga/indie film ever that would become a household word, and all he needed was to latch onto someone to do the actual work. (A sample paradigm-shifting idea: “My protagonist is…a hacker!“ (Pauses in anticipation of applause.) During the quarter-century I knew him, we never saw so much as a sketchbook or a demo tape or a written draft out of him; he quickly earned the nickname of “Vaporweasel.” (Heck, even becoming an intellectual predator like Bob Kane or Thomas Edison requires ingenuity, enterprise, and networking skill.)
(Meanwhile, other members of that club quietly drew and wrote and programmed; one’s become a professional comics artist, several more founded their own indie comics consortium, and one’s become a novelist.)
And if that woman turns him down or roasts him, rather than leaving ashamed, he just moves on to another lady in the group... his eyes sliding sideways down the line like, "Oh, hey... didn't
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Yep, it sounds like you know JUST the sort I'm talking about.
I think those people might not have a contiguous memory,... my best guess is they don't know what other people do/don't know. They literally have no idea that everyone has heard their idea 3 times, and yet they still can't get anyone interested in doing the work for them.... or that the other women in the group *saw him* offend other ladies in the group.
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if they melt down their own halos"
I need someone to make this into song lyrics STAT
Your workplace and type are so complex. And so SOCIAL. I'd never survive it. But imagining what it might be like, from your descriptions, is interesting!
Those "The Next Big Thing" people...certainly I have met them too, I think!
In my mind they're, like, in some sort of forever-trust fall. Or like one of those cats experiencing a harness for the first time and just sort of flops over so that the owner has to drag it around on the leash. Like: "Here I am, WONDERFUL MEEEE! Now carry me off to fame and fortune!" and then acting surprised when all you do is hand them the audition requirements haha. Or step over them to talk to someone else.
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And if that woman turns him down or roasts him, rather than leaving ashamed, he just moves on to another lady in the group... his eyes sliding sideways down the line like, "Oh, hey... didn't see YOU there. I'm a prime... *burp*... catch and you are.... here. You got real purdy hair and I'm real good at... ya know....sex-stuff. Wanna go to my car?"
They offer NOTHING, yet act as if they are offering you the world... and it would be hilarious if you didn't worry about making them *mad/aggressive* by laughing at their ludicrous approach.
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(Meanwhile, other members of that club quietly drew and wrote and programmed; one’s become a professional comics artist, several more founded their own indie comics consortium, and one’s become a novelist.)
And if that woman turns him down or roasts him, rather than leaving ashamed, he just moves on to another lady in the group... his eyes sliding sideways down the line like, "Oh, hey... didn't ( ... )
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I think those people might not have a contiguous memory,... my best guess is they don't know what other people do/don't know. They literally have no idea that everyone has heard their idea 3 times, and yet they still can't get anyone interested in doing the work for them.... or that the other women in the group *saw him* offend other ladies in the group.
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