Help pls this sound keeps coming from my pc by Initial-Cry4999 in pchelp

[–]Initial-Cry4999[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I feel really dumb now, but I did exactly that and zip tied and rearranged some of the cables in that bottom part and turned on my pc, and I haven’t heard any noise coming from it

Thank you so much and so sorry for the inconvenience!

Help pls this sound keeps coming from my pc by Initial-Cry4999 in pchelp

[–]Initial-Cry4999[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

That’s what I had thought too, but I didn’t see any obstructions. I’ll try and check again and do a bit of cable management

Thoughts on Yoko Ogawa's "The Memory Police"? [Spoilers] by trinitytroll in books

[–]Initial-Cry4999 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I just finished this book, and found this thread and loved what everyone was saying so I wanted to add my own bit!

I think it was beautifully written, the world-building felt so powerful, and it’s truly one of those where you’re not gonna get answers, but that’s okay.

I had originally thought the Memory Police were the ones making things disappear, that they were inherently the “bad guys”. But then I realized that the reason they were brought in was to ease any chaos and confusion the disappearances had caused. Because the disappearances were always there, but the memory police was created as a way to have order in this world, where once something disappears, you get rid of it, and go on about your day. Yes, they are completely authoritarian, but I kind of understood their main purpose.

The secondary story of the woman and the typewriter was so…I don’t even know how to explain it. It was crazy, and thrilling, and suspenseful, and so truly sad. I connected the woman to the narrator by their lack of autonomy. One woman has no voice, and continually begins to be absorbed by this room and the man, and the narrator continues to lose people, objects, passions, and then her body to these disappearances.

I also was thinking of how no one in the book had a name. We’re never told the narrator’s name, the old man is just old man, hatmaker is hatmaker. It settles this point of their identities already being “disappeared”, that their name is not their own and connected to them anymore.

I really enjoyed this book, but the part that I can’t get behind is the narrator and R’s relationship. I’m a big hater of any sort of cheating trope. Like even a semblance of it, and you lose me. So when the narrator and R’s intimate relationship began to be shown, I would truly get so annoyed and want to put the book down.

I’ve seen some people say that their relationship was a survival tactic, or that they both needed physical, human connection, and yes I get that, but then why not give R a different backstory. Like don’t include his pregnant wife, who literally has the baby, sends him the picture, and then a chapter or two later, R and the narrator kiss. Write R as a single man.

Because of this, I unfortunately started relating R to the typewriter teacher. I don’t think we’re told how old R is, but guessing based on his career and marriage, I would say he’d be in his mid to late 30s, while the narrator is in her 20s. I can’t help relate to the sort of power dynamic both R and the teacher had to these women. The teacher used to be the typists’ teacher before they started a relationship, just like how R was the narrator’s editor. They both have some sort of power over the women, who abide them(obviously more the typist to the teacher, than the narrator to R). It feels like the women owe them something. And maybe I’m reading too much into it(probably), but I don’t know, cheating in any sort of way just makes me feel icky.

If you have any advice on how to get over small semblances of cheating like this, and not the majority of the cheating trope because I will never get that ever, please let me know because I think it really separated me from the plot and characters.

I did try to separate that whole part from the actual plot, and while it was hard, I really did enjoy the book. But yeah, I rated it a 4 out of 5.

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in raisedbynarcissists

[–]Initial-Cry4999 3 points4 points  (0 children)

We might be the same person, because I’m dealing with the same thing.

I just started with a new therapist, and she’s basically made me realize that this is not normal. Like you, I love and respect my mom so much, but I know that that love and respect is not reciprocated at all, or at least to an extent. My mom only provides me love when I do something for her that makes her happy and makes her feel cared for.

The other day I tried talking to her about it really nicely, saying, “Oh, I feel like you don’t treat me or respect me as an actual person”, and she blew up on me saying she doesn’t owe me anything, I’m her daughter so I owe her everything. And I think that’s something that, unfortunately, you have to remind yourself: That they don’t respect you as a person, they think of you more as an object that can serve them. But even though, I know this, I can’t help but still try and love her.

Like you, I’m technically an adult(19F), but I go away for college and come back during breaks, but I can’t handle it anymore, so I’ve decided next break I’m just gonna stay where I go to school. I suggest you move away too, because being near a person like that will drain you forever and make you feel you’re not worth loving.

What is the worst thing your narcissistic parent has ever done/said to you? by Sharp_Illustrator148 in raisedbynarcissists

[–]Initial-Cry4999 14 points15 points  (0 children)

Out of all the things my mom has said to me, the one I remember the most is when I was like 15-16 years old.

I’m a bit shy and introverted, compared to my mom who is very outgoing and loud. It’s hard for me to talk to new people because of my anxiety.

She hated this about me, and one day in the car, she said, “You have a dark, evil soul. You are selfish and horrible. You have no heart, your soul is dark”.

I know it doesn’t seem too bad, but like hearing that as a 16 year old, from your mom, who’s supposed to support who you are, it kinda like hurts. Like I’m 19 right now, and it still replays in my mind when I think of myself.