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Cake day: March 30th, 2024

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  • I have a tangentially related thing. I got big into steampunk decades ago when it was still young. Back then, it was a maker culture, a loosely defined idea of cogs and boilers that gave you a fun little world to practice your craft in. It wasn’t just form, it was function. Hammering brass to make functional goggles, learning the Victorian techniques to whalebone corsets, clockwork to accomplish something we only do now with variable controllers.

    Now I look for my people and I find a rusting husk of I knew. Gone are the color and texture, replaced by brown on brown in cotton and leather. Where once gears and cogs were carved to spin and move, now they serve only to be glued to cheap accessories. The gleaming promises of brass and copper and steel, userped by soulless luster of plastics.

    We should Never have let the world in.





  • Speaking from personal experience, that’s simply not true. Narcisism is a mental disorder just like any other and can be treated with it’s own form of therapy. You are right that it can be difficult to treat as the onus of understanding falls on the patient choosing to want change in their life which means they have to admit they are wrong. That’s not impossible at all though and many full on narcissists often have a eureka moment when their cognitive dissonance can’t write off an event. On top of that, hormonal changes through life can also play a big role with many people literally growing out of it with different stages of life. Lastly, it’s often adopted by people as a trauma response, meaning that fixing the traumatic stimuli can lead to lessening narcissistic tendencies.

    I personally was raised to be a narcissist, lived only with narcissists, and still have narcissistic tendencies that spawn from formative points of trauma. My moment was finding myself alone with a kid I never wanted to have and realizing that I literally had no one in my life to blame anymore. When you put yourself on an island alone so other people can’t fuck up your life anymore only to find out your life is still steadily fucking up on its own, it’s hard not to realize it’s actually you. Couple that with the pressures of parenthood, hormonal changes that no one warns men about, and the realization that I was going to do to my kid what was done to me until he found himself on that same island at 21, I decided to take drastic action.

    It’s been a decade. I compartmentalize by joking that I killed that person and took his place. I still occasionally slip, I have a hard time being corrected by people I don’t respect, I instinctually judge things I don’t like as inferior, and I’m sensitive to people blaming me for things, but all of these are now within normal human response levels instead of where I was. Having that kid taught me a lot about empathy. I’m a lot more understanding of people because i realize threat people that aren’t exactly like me aren’t just idiots and fuck ups.

    Narcissists are people and nobody is incapable of change.


  • It’s messy. Kinda like knowing you have anxiety disorder doesn’t make you not anxious. Knowing is a big step but from there you have to work out the behaviours and viewpoints that come from it and fight the instinctual drive to respond that way.

    I was raised with some heavy narcissistic tendencies and my first response when I hear about people growing up with power ragers is still to assume they’re trashy and beneath me despite knowing more examples to the contrary than the supporting. I have to stop myself and actually remember not to be judgmental every time. Eventually it becomes your nature, but dome things will always put you in that head space.