Small talk Data : TNG “Starship Mine”
- Mister Data, I don’t know if you’ve had a chance to meet our host, Commander Hutchinson. Call him Hutch -
lycantherous asked:
The color meme with garak in 1? (Mostly because its the most watermelon-y)
ladyyatexel answered:
Do you guys ever get that feeling where nothing is exciting anymore?
Like, the holidays just seem like another day.
My 16th birthday that I had been looking forward to forever was just a school day.
New episodes of my favorite show don’t get me pumped anymore.
Everything is kind of dull and I can’t really like anything anymore.
this, ladies and gentlemen, is a top-notch sign of depression. this is not supposed to be a normal thing to feel.
Other sings of depressions can be:
No hunger. Like, you eat because of the pleasure of it or because you have to, but you aren’t hungry anymore.
Procastrination, even of things you like.
Feeling no sympathy for anything. You begin to question if you love something or someone at all.
Feeling like you are in a dream (depersonalization)
Having trouble sleeping. It can be nightmares, it can be difficulties falling asleep, difficulties waking up, waking up in the middle of the night, etc.
Being really tired without reason.
Intrusive thoughts (that may say that your family doesn’t love you, or that what you are feeling is completely normal, for example. It’s never true)
Not caring about your own security anymore, not because you want to die (most of the depressed people don’t want to commit suicide) but because you just forget it. You forget to look both ways before crossing, wearing your seatbelt or even you can forget about eating.
Desire of isolation. You just want to be alone, and anyone feels like a friend anymore.
Trouble focusing on things.
Yesterday I went to dinner to catch up with my buddy from the math department, and he told me this story about how he ran the city marathon in 2 hours, 59 minutes. That’s an amazing time. He was 19th out of thousands.
He was doing pretty well for the first half, but then his ankle started to hurt. He slowed down for a bit, but then this girl he passed before passed him, and he started overthinking whether or not it was awkward to pass the same person multiple times, and, like, what if they small-talked about it? He decided it was better to pass her and stay ahead, so he picked up the pace. A few miles later, he fell in with two dude-bros who started talking to him. Not pleased to find himself in the company of dude-bros, he pulled ahead once again. This continued for a while; every time he got closed to a group of other marathoners, his social anxiety kicked in and he ran faster because he felt nervous being near people.
TL;DR A mathematician ran an record marathon to avoid making small-talk with randos. He introverted his way into qualifying for the Boston marathon.
Gpoy
Stain
Author: tinsnip
Rating: T
Author’s Notes: (welp, this went a bit darker than I had anticipated)
There’s a simple rule to her work: all things are for the best. Given that guideline, the rest comes together easily.
She is a vessel through which information passes, strained and weighed and sifted, to the Cardassian people. She is a correspondent for the Information Service, and this means that she is free to wander the galaxy, moving wherever people want her to be, where their ears want to hear and their eyes want to see. She goes where they please, sees what they’re curious about, observes, evaluates—
She does not speak.
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