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jaim38

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So, it's bothering me that LinkedIn is turning into Facebook very much. I use LinkedIn for professional networking. I've been receiving requests to congratulate people on their new jobs/titles, which I can do without any problems or complaints. I would like to keep my interactions with my connections professional and un-personal. However today out of the blue, I received notification of someone's birthday, and to congratulate this person. I remember working with her on a project in 1 class, but afterwards we had no further contact. At first, I was at a loss of what to do. I started thinking through this. If I congratulated her for b-day, wouldn't that be weird? She probably forgot who I am and thought I was some random person. Moreover, she'll probably think, "how did this girl know my b-day?" She never told me - I only found out through LinkedIn! I don't want to come off as a stalker. However, if this was on Facebook, it wouldn't feel awkward because people share their b-days on Facebook. Plus, Facebook is for more personal types of networking, i.e. connecting with friends i.e. people that you actually know and are close to you.

Ok, maybe I'm thinking too much into this. :kickingmyself: I'm sure a normal person wouldn't give much thought to this at all.
 
So, it's bothering me that LinkedIn is turning into Facebook very much. I use LinkedIn for professional networking. I've been receiving requests to congratulate people on their new jobs/titles, which I can do without any problems or complaints. I would like to keep my interactions with my connections professional and un-personal. However today out of the blue, I received notification of someone's birthday, and to congratulate this person. I remember working with her on a project in 1 class, but afterwards we had no further contact. At first, I was at a loss of what to do. I started thinking through this. If I congratulated her for b-day, wouldn't that be weird? She probably forgot who I am and thought I was some random person. Moreover, she'll probably think, "how did this girl know my b-day?" She never told me - I only found out through LinkedIn! I don't want to come off as a stalker. However, if this was on Facebook, it wouldn't feel awkward because people share their b-days on Facebook. Plus, Facebook is for more personal types of networking, i.e. connecting with friends i.e. people that you actually know and are close to you.

Ok, maybe I'm thinking too much into this. :kickingmyself: I'm sure a normal person wouldn't give much thought to this at all.

But you don't have to say anything just because of a notification do you? I'm not at all familiar with LinkedIn.
 

jaim38

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^You're right, I don't need to say anything about that.

So I mentioned last time that I decided to join Toastmasters, an org for developing leadership and communication. I found out about the DTM and CC certifications and started feeling pressure to do my speeches to earn these qualifications. I started wanting to get competitive. However, I told myself to slow down because "life is not a game. It's not about gaining points or earning certifications just to show off to employers or whoever." There's this guy - I see him doing speeches in 2 consecutive meetings - I think he wants the certification real bad (aka speed up the process). He kind of reminds me of the me from the past. I used to be very competitive. I took as many AP exams as I could get my hands on, joined many clubs to show that I'm active, studied as much as I could to get the highest grade in my classes, etc etc. Not once did I stop to enjoy life, or to evaluate my own mental, physical, or emotional well being. I have made my life into a rat race.

Now that I've joined Toastmasters, I feel pressure to become a great communicator overnight. I feel nudged to do my ice breaker speech ASAP, to get it out of the way! But wait...slow down missy - I'm missing the point entirely! The most important reason why I joined Toastmasters is to develop communication skills, leadership skills, and courage at my own pace. I don't want Toastmasters to become high school again where I view every speech as an assignment to conquer, to "get it out of the way quickly" as I used to say. When I did my speeches in high school, which I had memorized beforehand because I couldn't speak off the cuff, I was like a zombie speaking in front of an audience. I didn't have to think much about what I spoke because I had the speech memorized from the start. Also, I didn't care about my audience, nor did I care about whether I enjoy the process of speaking. I viewed public speaking as an enemy to mow down fast, or "conquer". Regretfully, I never thought of it as a learning process. Back then, I never heard of autism, asperger's and was in complete denial. I was too embarassed to admit I was shy and had social difficulties. Back then, all I cared about was making straight As and getting in the top 10%. Now I realize how misguided I was.

Ironically, being thrown into a "pit of darkness" is what made me start over again in life. I was at the bottom-most point of my life, and the only way to go was up. I had to re-learn much of the stuff I had "learnt" before because I was fed a lot of junk. I felt like a newborn just beginning her life. Now I see almost everything as a learning process.
 

jaim38

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So, I think I am a bit autistic, or at least aspergic. After all, it seems to run in my family. In fact, I think my mom and sibling are autistic. I'm sure most people are thinking, "But, I thought only kids have autism! You're too old for that!" Truth is, autism and asperger's can hit anyone at any age. There is a genetic basis for these disorders, ie it runs in the family.
 

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I feel like my trip to the supermarket was pretty much a waste in terms of practicing communication skills. At checkout, the cashier greeted me but I was too busy to actually chat with him. I was so focused on putting food items on the conveyor belt that I didn't practice the usual "greet, smile, and eye contact" routine that I've been practicing at home. I did say hello and I'm fine, but no smile, barely any eye contact, and didn't ask back how he was. I was sloppy! If I go next time, I'm not sure what to do....

We had a bagger, but no offense here - he looked like he had down syndrome. I came to the conclusion based on his physical appearance and movemnts. When I said thank you to him, he looked confused. I was thrown off too because I didn't know what to say. Kind of an awkward moment there. Contrary to what other people might think, I actually feel empathy for people with such disorders, i.e. autism, down syndrome, asperger's, etc. I know some of them are abused or bullied because of their condition. The bagger reminded me of a neighbor, who looked like he also had down syndrome. We used to be friends but now not anymore. The neighbor kept doing things to me, but I think he was under immense influence from his mom who kept dictating his actions. His sister also looks down on him. His so-called 'friends' actually bullied him, got him in trouble. I actually felt sorry for him, but at the same time try to maintain my distance because I knew his parents didn't like us and kept telling him to do stuff to me.

Anyways, I was hoping today would be a learning experience for me but the shopping trip wasn't quite as satisfying. But I did practice driving the van for the first time, which is good. Plus I checked out the fashion scene around me and learnt some things about feminine dressing - I want to stop wearing junior/adolescent clothes (i.e. t-shirts) and start dressing more like a woman as part of my transformation towards a more mature look.
 

jaim38

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I just want to talk about cuss words - they're so addictive! In a bad way I mean. A long long time ago, I didn't know any cuss words, therefore never thought them. But after I learnt them, I started using them, not so much verbally but mentally. When I get angry, instead of saying, "I am angry because so and so did this..." I'd say "F*ck this person!" In my head of course. My mindset has completely changed because of cuss words. Even more bizarre is, even when I have no grudge against someone, I still find a cuss word for him/her! For example, today when I was having a group chat, a female volunteer was speaking and the word "b*tch" suddenly popped into my head. I was taken aback mentally and tried to suppress the word.

Cuss words are very addictive. Once you learn them, you can never get rid of them. They pop into your head and lure you to use them, to say them, breathe them. It's like there's some sort of black magic behind them. Same thing for other taboo words such as the n word, the s word, etc. I will never say them towards anyone, of course, because I don't want to offend people. But, I hate it when they suddenly pop into my mind out of the blue. Too bad, I can't "unlearn" them. They're there to stay. The only option I have is to suppress them. But, me having OCD makes it worse. OCD makes my mind replay thoughts over again, like a song on rewind.

Recently, I find the word "b*tch" comes up a lot in my mind. I honestly don't know why. For example, when I itneract with my mom, the word "b*tch" pops up, even when I'm not angry at her! When I think of a person I cherished, the word "b*tch" pops up again! Again, I don't know why! And it's making my head hurt to try to suppress my thoughts to "kill out" the cuss words! Uhgh!

I guess, what I meant to say is, I don't like using cuss words but they come at me like arrows. I think the use of cuss words limits the range of self-expression and prevents conflict resolution. For example, I hear many young people throw F bombs and B bombs at each other when they're angry. Does it solve anything to say "F you?" Wouldn't it be better to say something like, "I'm angry because you did so and so and I don't like it." Cuss words don't solve anything. They only breed more hatred, anger, stereotypes, etc.
 

jaim38

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Certain words are stuck in my head, which is annoying me. One of which is "fart". When my stomach growls or bones pop (when I'm not farting), I immediately think of that word and tried to shake it out of my head. Ugh!

Next, I just wished people were more honest with me instead of being passive aggressive. I hear things like "hate her", "f*cking stupid", etc. I thought these people were on good terms with me. Being passive aggressive just makes it more confusing. If people don't like me, they don't have to do anything good for me. I don't expect people to do anything for me anyway.
 
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jaim38

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I know I'm writing about embarassing things online such as bodily noises and functions, but the truth is every human experience them. We make it so personal but in fact, it's not - it's so common everywhere you go, you meet humans who fart, poop, etc. It's part of the experience of being human. I know as a woman, society expects me to smell like roses all day but the fact is girls do fart and have boogars just like guys do. Writing about such things is embarassing but my ultimate goal is to reduce my social anxiety. I want to be able to talk about such things to my friends and family.

PS: Don't get me wrong. I am not calling for girls to put down their perfumes and do nothing about their B.O. Like everyone else, girls and guys should smell decent when they go out, out of respect for everyone else.
 

jaim38

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So, yesterday I kept hearing the name "K..." pop into my head so many times. Even when I was intently focused on something, I suddenly heard "K..." in my mind out of the blue. Don't know why his name kept popping up. "K..." used to be a classmate whom I had a crush on in high school, for 2 years give or take. He was very smart, talented, and one of the biggest nerds in school. I was attracted to high-achieving nerds at the time, as a nerd myself. I used to daydream about my crushes, K included, a lot. But after high school, I realized that I didn't truly like K for who he is. I only liked his brains, i.e. high IQ, smarts, and talents. I don't even know him in person! The only time I ever "spoke" with him was over chat messages - that was when he rejected me, his reason being he liked another girl. I was in tears for a few days. But later on, I realized I never truly liked him. Like I said, I only liked his brains and mutiple achievements. He went to an Ivy League and probably graduated with a job by now.

As I've said before, I don't want to be a gold digger. I'm going to try to live this life as full of meaning as possible.
 

jaim38

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I need to get this out of my system. So, my brother wanted to get a PhD after he graduates with a bachelor's. I was totally against his decision to get a PhD. Why? I have several very good reasons for this. Growing up, I've had many people tell me that education is the way to success, especially college education. My parents tell me to study, study, study. Believe it or not, I spent almost the entire day schooling - I was at school for 7+ hours, then came back home to study again. I had almost no free time to do other stuff. I had gotten so good at studying that I worked my way towards becoming one of the top students in my year.

I had no life outside of school and studying. I didn't learn much social skills at home. My parents told me that education is more important than, say socializing. I never went to prom, Sadie's dances, or graduation. I just kept studying like nuts. I know, studying has turned into OCD for me. I pulled all nighters too, just to pull off As in class. I had no social life outside of education. I wouldn't know what to do if I don't have school. Excelling in school, being one of the top 10, was the air I breathe. It was my identity - I took a lot of pride in my academic achievements.

This all changed years ago, when I moved away from home and went out to see the real world. In the real world, no one cares about how many PhDs you have, or how smart you are. If you have poor social skills and couldn't connect with people, you're screwed. People hate you just for having poor communication/social skills, nothing personal really. Getting a job requires networking - in fact, many jobs are offered to referrals, i.e. people that you actually know or people that your friends know.

Being ill-equipped to handle the real world, I suffered from depression, mental instability, suicidal feelings, trauma, etc. People don't see me as the "smart" person that I want to come across as. In fact, people don't care how smart I am, or what my IQ is, or whether I went to college. If I can't understand or connect with people, they won't like me.

I've suffered many humiliating incidents in the past years. Everything that I knew about the world was false! Before moving out, I've been seeing the world through rose-colored, tinted glasses. I've never encountered so much bullying, harassment, racism, and other bizzareness.

A few years ago, I couldn't take it anymore. I moved back home and shut myself off from the outside world. It was so revolting and disgusting to me. I didn't want anything to do with it ever again.

But, I digress. My brother wanted a PhD, but I told him don't get it! Why? Because 1) he doesn't need more debt! What he needs is good social skills! 2) Work experience and willingness to learn will trump a PhD anytime! If you have work experience for a job, you will have an advantage over someone who only has a PhD but 0 work experience. My brother needs work experience, never having held a job before. 3) My brother needs help! I don't just mean social skills help, I mean help in mental areas as well.

So, how does this relevant to me and my situation? Sometimes I have people telling me that I should get a advanced degree, such as a Master's or PhD. To them, I say "That's not happening!" If I want to travel abroad, I wouldn't use education as a means to travel, i.e. study abroad or transfer to a foreign university. I would first get a job, then get transferred to a different location. That's my plan, wouldn't you say it's better than the whole study abroad scheme?

So, to recap, I want to 1) get a job, 2) continue networking, 3) continue developing myself at Toastmasters, 4) Continue honing my social, communication, and leadership skills, 5) Find opportunities abroad - if my job allows it, I can volunteer to relocate abroad for 1-2 years and see how that goes.
 

jaim38

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I don't know why the name "Kevin" keeps popping up in my head. It's just so annoying! I don't have any Kevins in my life currently. I know several former classmates named Kevin, but I was not well acquainted with them. I had no friends or boyfriends named Kevin.
 
I don't know why the name "Kevin" keeps popping up in my head. It's just so annoying! I don't have any Kevins in my life currently. I know several former classmates named Kevin, but I was not well acquainted with them. I had no friends or boyfriends named Kevin.

Maybe somewhere a kevin is thinking "oh man, why does jaim38 keep popping in my head"
 
I sure hope not! :eek:

I'm kidding. I liked what you wrote about cuss words. I can't seem to quit. F this, G.d. that, mother f that, so on and so fourth. I know you said most of yours weren't out loud though. I have an idea, ill try to quit if you will. This could be fun. What do you say to that?
 

jaim38

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So, I went to a Toastmasters meeting today but arrived late! :kickingmyself: I didn't do it on purpose of course. I left at around 27 minutes before the meeting. I thought it would take me less than 20 minutes to get there, but on the way I got distracted and passed the intersection where I was supposed to make a left. I had to turn back but there was so much freakin traffic so I had to wait. I saw a car took a shortcut through a church, but I was debating whether to do that because I heard that it's illegal?

So I arrived at Toastmasters meeting late. The President had already begun the meeting, and I just walked in there looking very embarassed and nervous. I also scouted for a place to sit down. Because I was a new member, I had to be voted in. I had to go outside while the officers voted. The president then welcomed me into the club, but he said it was a close one (or a close tie, I forgot). I was a bit shocked to hear this, but I suspect it could be because I was late! :kickingmyself: Moreover, my body language was all awkward and stiff.

Next, came the table topics, which is the scariest part of the meeting. I was called on and had to speak in front of roughly 35 people. It was scary, but I decided to give it my all. Even though my speech was barely a minute, I could tell it was boring as heck. I heard some guy sighed. I used a lot of filler words - 12 I think. I ran short of words to say. I paused more than usual. The ending was just as awkward. I was going to say "That's it" or something along those lines, but it didn't sound professional so I just went silent for the longest time. I looked at the table master and shook his hand - that's when everyone got the cue to clap.

I got some feedback from members. They said I did ok for a first timer. One guy said at least I didn't pass out because some people just dropped right off. Wow, that put things in perspective for me. And I thought my speech was horrid - which it probably is but I'm grateful I didn't pass out because then I can't do a speech at all!

At the end of the meeting, I tried spending some time conversing with other members. I spoke with 4 overall - the convos went well overall, but I quickly ran out of things to say - a big problem for me. I will try to remember their names and faces.

There was an embarassing incident involving some thread on my pants' buttcheek which I already discussed in another thread. But, it wasn't that embarassing when I suddenly remembered another member having once had holes in his pants.

Wow, it was a huge learning experience for me. I still have a long way to go, much to improve, but I will do my best to learn and grow along the way. I have crafted an agenda for this meeting - most of which have been met. I also think I suck at smiling, but will work on it.

Wish me luck! I will update my progress as I go along.
 

jaim38

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I forgot to talk about the stinky breath/dry mouth problem I experience frequently. One reason why I always bring a bottle of water and chapstick with me is to keep myself hydrated. At the toastmasters meeting I sipped water every now and then, but was too nervous to put on chapstick because I thought it'll look unprofessional (but I realize this is crazy thinking on my part - I should just do it!). When I was speaking to people, I tried to keep a bit of a distance between us because I want to provide them personal space and also partly because I don't want them to smell my stinky breath (or lack of, I'm not sure but my lips sure feel dry). Next time, I'll put on chapstick before the meeting.
 

jaim38

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Yesterday at Toastmasters, I forgot to mention that we had this table topics event and was called upon to deliver an impromptu 1-2 min speech. At the end of the event, the club voted for the winner and obviously, my speech was horrid and boring enough to not get any laughter, and barely any applause. The winner was someone else who delivered a humorous speech, on the spot.

The whole experience is very humbling for me because it made me aware of the fact that there are people better than me at speaking, at thinking on their feet, at wowing the audience with humor. I wish I was exposed to more of such graceful rejections at an early age. My life was either filled with excessive praises or extreme rejections. Neither of these helped me grow. They only serve to fuel a false sense of reality in me. Sometimes, I'm seeing the world in rose-colored tinted lenses, other times I view the world in very cynical ways. Neither of these are healthy. What Toastmasters taught me is 1) there are people out there who are better than me in many ways, 2) constructive critique is a good thing, 3) it's OK to lose - what's the worst that can happen? Instead of seeing games such as table topics as winning or losing, see them as learning experiences, opportunities to grow. 4) the willingness to try and be brave is more important than staying in my comfort zone, because it forces me to learn and grow.

When I was in high school, I never applied to Ivy League colleges such as Harvard and Duke, even though I badly wanted to get in, because I was too scared of rejection. I wasn't confident in my abilities or skills to make it. Rejection scared me like h*ll, like the end of the world. Of course back then, I was naive and had my priorities all wrong. Now, I wished I had applied to Harvard and gotten rejected:

Why a Rejection Letter From Harvard or Other Top Colleges Can Be Surprisingly Helpful | LinkedIn
 

jaim38

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Today was another learning experience. I went out with my parents again, first to visit my grandma. I met some relatives and made an effort to talk to them. I told myself to empathize, listen, and make an effort to come up with things to say. I didn't want to be the quiet girl who just stands there awkwardly while the others around me are engaging in conversation. Overall, it went pretty well, but it could be better. I asked my aunt some probing questions about her husband's family, which is probably rude? I don't claim to know or understand people completely just by having a conversation or two, but it's good being able to connect and trying to empathize with poeple without judging them.

In the nursing home, I was being awkward at times because I kept lowering my eyes and end up looking at people's pants. Looking down has become second nature to me, especially after I lost my confidence and self esteem years ago. When I watched the adults talked, I started lowering my head subconsciously and found myself staring at people' private spots. Totally embarassing, and I hope nobody noticed! So I forced myself to look up. I need to work on my body language.

When we were are the supermarket, I saw some people with tattoos, and it's easy to pass judgment on them just by a single glance but I try not to do that. While in the market, I heard the Kelly Clarkson song "you don't know a thing about me" being played overhead, and she's right that people don't know everything about everybody.

When it was checkout time, we were standing in line when 2 women came up behind us. I find myself feeling very self conscious for some reason. Then it was our turn - I greeted the cashier and stood next to the bagger. I helped the bagger pushed the food over to her for better reach. Then, an idea suddenly came into my head: "say 'how are you doing?'" It was totally out of the blue, not part of the plan I had in mind. The entire time, I was debating whether to talk to the bagger or not. If I said, "How are you?" and she answered, then what do I say next? I was busy trying to plan out the entire conversation. Plus my mom was standing there so if I talked to the bagger, she'll probably think why? In the end, all I said was "thank you" and left. I was disappointed, honestly, because I should have just said what came to my head instead of trying to plan out everything in advance. Not everything has to go perfectly or predictably. The song "Brave" came up and I knew I should have just let the words slide off my mouth. I guess I need to work on speaking off the cuff, at the moment, aka imprompty speaking. I was also socially anxious - gotta work on that too.

And also, I am aware of the trap of being a people pleaser. If I talk to people and it turns out they don't like me or refuse to talk to me, that's fine, I cant' click with everybody but I tried. I want to engage in social itneraction for many reasons, including the desire to improve my social skills and empathize with others. I understand I will get rejected at times, and all rejections hurt, but this is just a part of life and being human. After every rejection or failure, we pick ourselves back up again and trudge forward.
 

jaim38

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Since last week, I feel like treading on thin ice and being very cautious about my actions. My boss is already breathing down my neck on the creation of certificates and groups. Today, a volunteer suggested sending b-day wishes to another volunteer, sort of like a mass announcement about her b-day. Normally, I'd agree with it, no questions asked, but then I think about my boss and anxiety settled in. I don't want him to breathe down my neck again. So I sent this email that sounded like I'm paranoid or something. My boss is paranoid, and I feel like i'm turning into him! I shouldn't have sent the email in the first place. Sometimes I feel like the go-between where my boss tells me something and expects me to relay to another volunteer. Why doesn't he just say it straight to them but uses me to do the shuttling instead? I'm thinking if anything goes wrong, I am his fall guy or rather, fall girl. Well, nothing serious has happened yet, fortunately.
 

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This morning I had some flashbacks to the past which made me cringe. I was super cheap at the time and tried hard to not spend money on things such as clothes, good food, etc. I owe it to my family and how i was raised, but make no mistake I'm not blaming anybody here or holding grudges. I remember going out in jeans with holes, floral print t-shirts (which I later found out are for older women), adolescent shirts and pants from years ago that I brought with me to college, etc and getting very weird, awkward looks from other people, especially women. At that time, I could care less how I looked. I know I dressed horribly and cheaply, and that I've been getting negative comments for my clothing choices, but you know what I told myself? I said, "Academics is what's most important - #1 priority! I'm a poor college student, sometimes starving. I have 0 time to care about how I look in public!" How foolish and naive I was back then! I also ventured a bit into spirituality and thought, "What matters is what's inside, not outside." This is often parrotted by spiritual gurus and masters. So, all the more reason to not care how sloppy I dress and forgo the material world?

It is only in the recent years that I realized how faulty my thinking is. I took stoicism too far and made myself look so desperate and destitute in the process. I need to get back to reality. So I did. As part of my re-education efforts, I had to unlearn many things, throw away a lot of misconceptions I had about the world.

Now, back to the clothing topic: let's face it, appearance does matter in this world despite all those spiritual gurus teaching people that "what matters is what's on the inside, not outside." Recruiters and employers still judge job candidates according to how they dress/their appearance. I have never heard of any barely dressed, half-naked guy getting hired because of what's on his inside. Many women, believe it or not, choose partners based on physical appearance/sexual appeal. Yes, the world is still shallow, and I've been seeing the world through rose-colored lenses for many, many years.

So, I should make an effort to dress up when I'm out, which means spending money or borrowing clothes from others. But, that's not to say that appearances are the most important thing in the world. What's on the inside still does matter, just as much (or perhaps a tad more) as appearances do. Personally, I care about the inside more than the outside, but let's face it, the rest of the world might not think the same.
 
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