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Reblogged by cstanhope@social.coop ("Your friendly 'net denizen"):
lmorchard@hackers.town ("Les Orchard") wrote:
Shower thoughts time: Some days I feel like I'm from an alien species. I don't want power. I don't want to compete or win. I don't want attention, recognition, or praise. Any apparent understanding or enactment I have of these things is a clumsy simulation I've been forced into by others.
I want to learn, play, tinker, share, build, and repair in a mutually beneficial world. Maybe make a few connections with folks - but not too many. I want to hang out with animals. And I want everybody to be okay.
There's a scene in Darwin's Children by Greg Bear that I think about a lot, where a character says "It hurts to make others fail". She sounds like my people. Except, in the story, she's the result of a strange genetic mutation. So 🤷♂️
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- Miss Kinney raised her eyes to the roof. Her face pinked. “You want to get the most baskets for your team, and keep the other team from getting any baskets.” Celia was getting tired of thinking this through. Tears started in her eyes. “I thought we were trying to get the most baskets.” “For your team,” Miss Kinney said. “Why isn’t that clear?” “It hurts to make others fail,” Stella said, looking around the court as if to find a door and escape. “Oh, puh-leeze, Stella, it’s only a game! You play against one another. It’s called sport. Everyone can be friendly afterward. There’s no harm.” (remote)
