I know it’s not about me, but this definitelt cleared up why i run from people in my free time.
They always express how they think i do things, like i’m at work or something. While i do things for joy, i take a detour home on my roadbike because the speed i can propel myself at brings me joy and a bit of a thrill too. The scenery is also very enjoyable.
But then another roadcyclist shows up and tells me how i’m doing it all wrong, how speed isn’t a good measurement of performance.
Fuck yo performance brother, stop. It ruins my fun.
Such a common thing in the SelfHosted communities on Reddit and here too. It’s always train this or that or learn this and that this cert that job this goal that performance bruh if you’re a computer nerd it’s okay to do stuff with computers just embrace it.
*Nothing wrong with goals or practicality, but so many are clearly just reaching for noble justifications for what they find fun, which is capitalist christian work ethic brainrot of the highest order.
Fun isn’t allowed anymore. Every hobby has been DLC’d out the wazzu. Also efficiency is the only metric anymore. Not human frivolous things like this so called ‘fun’
For incredibly obvious example of “efficiency rules everything”, check out the Old School Runescape community.
A ton of grown adults trying to recapture the childhood magic of one old ass MMO that practically anyone could play for free… by optimizing things down to the server update “tick”.
Doing things the “fun” way is sin, and looking for help getting through particularly grindy sections is liable to get you directed to the most ridiculously overoptimized solution ever that requires an absurd amount of effort to save an hour.
“The best way to tackle [LOW LEVEL GRIND] is to use [REWARD FOR UNRELATED HIGH LEVEL GRIND]. We will not discuss alternatives.”
I’m having similar thoughts lately. As if after one trauma (12 years ago, or a bit more, one girl told me to “go to my mom” and a few more things) I stopped taking full responsibility for my own existence and started relying on external criteria, like performance, for example. And taking that responsibility again feels as if reality is real again.
I know it’s not about me, but this definitelt cleared up why i run from people in my free time.
They always express how they think i do things, like i’m at work or something. While i do things for joy, i take a detour home on my roadbike because the speed i can propel myself at brings me joy and a bit of a thrill too. The scenery is also very enjoyable.
But then another roadcyclist shows up and tells me how i’m doing it all wrong, how speed isn’t a good measurement of performance.
Fuck yo performance brother, stop. It ruins my fun.
Such a common thing in the SelfHosted communities on Reddit and here too. It’s always train this or that or learn this and that this cert that job this goal that performance bruh if you’re a computer nerd it’s okay to do stuff with computers just embrace it.
*Nothing wrong with goals or practicality, but so many are clearly just reaching for noble justifications for what they find fun, which is capitalist christian work ethic brainrot of the highest order.
Fun isn’t allowed anymore. Every hobby has been DLC’d out the wazzu. Also efficiency is the only metric anymore. Not human frivolous things like this so called ‘fun’
For incredibly obvious example of “efficiency rules everything”, check out the Old School Runescape community.
A ton of grown adults trying to recapture the childhood magic of one old ass MMO that practically anyone could play for free… by optimizing things down to the server update “tick”.
Doing things the “fun” way is sin, and looking for help getting through particularly grindy sections is liable to get you directed to the most ridiculously overoptimized solution ever that requires an absurd amount of effort to save an hour.
“The best way to tackle [LOW LEVEL GRIND] is to use [REWARD FOR UNRELATED HIGH LEVEL GRIND]. We will not discuss alternatives.”
Sometimes i wish i had the balls to just tell them off, but that usally takes a lot of being pestered with bullshit until i snap back.
I’m having similar thoughts lately. As if after one trauma (12 years ago, or a bit more, one girl told me to “go to my mom” and a few more things) I stopped taking full responsibility for my own existence and started relying on external criteria, like performance, for example. And taking that responsibility again feels as if reality is real again.
Oof, that sounds like it’ll be an intense climb back in to reality!
Yes, it’s also a simplification - not a sudden realization and there were setbacks before. As always