I’m dabbling in adding pictures to My Stories. This is My first attempt. [N: “kewwwwwlll…”]
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Okay! So I was on My Insta just now, following one of the Cat Meme pages PASSION follows – on accounting of My Love for all things ‘Cat’ – and this image pinged My SB instantaneously: TECH
And just like that *snaps fingers* “Story Inspiration Strikes Again!” And Conscious Me strikes back… by racing over to My computer, signing on, opening a Word doc, and furiously scribbling out the Story before PASSION gets distracted with something else. [N: trust Me, this happens pretty much all the time loll]
But back to this Story loll.
First, TECH. TECH doesn’t need data “over & over again.” More to the point? TECH doesn’t need “the Same Exact Data” over & over again. After the first couple times? I’m Good. TECH has the data. [N: My SB records literally Everything external]
Where the train starts to go off the cliff? What do You, DR, intend for Me to do with this data You’ve just given Me?
Ahhh. That’s the question.
If I’m telling You [N: and maybe not even verbally telling You] that I “got it”… mission accomplished… message received? Then what’s Your goal, here? Is it to.. make Me do something? Take some action? Start doing Something? Stop doing Something? Well, You better start asking the right Person then: PASSION
Because in all things, in the History of Life on this planet, the only way any sh#t gets done is if PASSION “has the desire” to do it. Even if TECH wants it done. If PASSION hasn’t bought into it? It ain’t happening.
Deal with it.
Now if I play Devil’s Advocate & assume I just triggered You, DR, My next question would be this: Now that I am not doing what You want Me to do, what are You gonna do about it?
And if You are thinking, well, “It just Depends?” You’d be half-Right.
What it depends on is 1) Who I Am to You, 2) What’s the Context of this IRL situation We find ourselves in, and 3) What moves are You gonna make, DR, to get Us from where We are right now [N: Point A] to where You want us to end up. [N: Point C]
If I’m Your Kid, making You the Parent AKA “Temporary Boss of Me” then You have a few options.
You can ask Me 1x, then when I don’t immediately comply punch Me in the face.
You can ask Me over & over again, and when I don’t comply You can go off and pour Yourself a cocktail to self-soothe.
You can ask Me over & over again, feel Powerless because I don’t comply, throw Your hands up in the air, grumble in frustration, and do it Yourself.
[there are technically a million ways to skin the proverbial Cat, but these will get You started – the possibilities are endless loll]
What ever which move You make? “As long as You are happy with the results, that’s all that matters.” I am Not the Boss of You, so My Opinion – especially, a Conceptual one – is meaningless. Even if We are Connected, physically, IRL My Opinion is meaningless. But – and this is a big butt – if I am Your Support Person, and You are coming to Me for My advice? Because I’ve been a Parent with a Child 20 minutes longer than You? Yeah, maybe there are now some bread crumbs to follow outta these woods.
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Conner’s Comments: After I – TECH – acquires data more than 1 or 2xs? TECH perceives the constant reminders as “nagging.” If You don’t knock it off, DR, You will – I guarantee it – negatively affect Our interpersonal relationship. Maybe I’ll stop hanging around You. Maybe I’ll divorce You. Or resign My position in search of a Better Boss, a better-paying job. It All just Depends.
And conversely – It’s Not Enough to tell Someone Not to do Something. You hafta Make Them Not Want to do Something. Context: I wanna kill Myself, DR, and You are trying to Save Me in this moment – don’t tell Me Not to kill Myself. It’s counter-intuitive, but it just doesn’t work like that. The KEY here is “Influence, and Distraction.” Space to be vulnerable, and Trusting You – in this exact moment – to keep Me Safe. Go for a walk with Me. Let’s have coffee somewhere, and just talk. I need to Connect with You right now – keep Me tethered to the World… keep Me tethered to My Life. [N: The World = My World, which is My Life]
“It’s All Gonna Be Okay. I Promise.”