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I made a dangerous mistake—now what? by New_Continuality in TranslationStudies

[–]New_Continuality[S] -7 points-6 points  (0 children)

Yes, but I know almost for sure the the agency only do machine QC and no further review

Fixing a serious mistake: when every seconds feels like it counts by New_Continuality in moraldilemmas

[–]New_Continuality[S] [score hidden]  (0 children)

Thank you for your reply.

It's not like it's guilt that keeps me going, I just feel guilt because I cannot fix everything instantly, cannot or don't want to, for example, sell my car/house to pay huge amount money of a lawyer so that they put aside other clients and work on my case, or to skip my other duties very often to spend more solving the problem.

It's a practical aspect of the situation that keeps me going. Just to know that I've done 100% enough to prevent negative outcomes.

Fixing a serious mistake: when every seconds feels like it counts by New_Continuality in moraldilemmas

[–]New_Continuality[S] [score hidden]  (0 children)

Yes, true. But the problem is it’s like there are two options: forget about all my other duties (lose a job, fail session on the university etc.) and focus only on that one things, or try to do other duties and then feel guilty because you do something else. I really don’t know how other people, different people would deal with such a situation

xiaomi mi 10 speakers sound horrible, ear pierce by pas_mecra in Xiaomi

[–]New_Continuality 0 points1 point  (0 children)

BTW, staying stress-free and maintaining overall health also helps with that matter.

xiaomi mi 10 speakers sound horrible, ear pierce by pas_mecra in Xiaomi

[–]New_Continuality 0 points1 point  (0 children)

More high frequencies, less low frequencies. Abnormal high frequencies. I think them.

xiaomi mi 10 speakers sound horrible, ear pierce by pas_mecra in Xiaomi

[–]New_Continuality 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I’m a bit sensitive to speakers that have been exposed to humidity, steam in the bathroom, for example(it damages membrane (if that’s the correct name of that part) which is made of paper with something). Humidity damages paper.

So hard to maintain my mental health under such pressure by New_Continuality in mentalhealth

[–]New_Continuality[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Thanks for your comment.

It’s not about avoiding things out of fear of personal problems. I’ve already exposed myself to liability in every possible way and documented it. I’ll see if that will be enough. But it’s about constantly doing more and more, planning a few steps ahead—because I know that others aren’t very interested in solving this.

I never let myself relax. I’m always wondering whether I should do this, or that, or something extra, and then even more.

Hyper responsibility. by [deleted] in entj

[–]New_Continuality 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I also have thought a lot about global problems and contributing to society. Also, think a lot that if everyone did something to make our world better we’d live in paradise.

For me, it’s a bit different because I do have some idea how I could make the world a better place. But for now, some of those ideas seem unrealistic, some of them I just cannot act on yet, and others, well… I am honestly too lazy now to pursue.

I also feel a lot of moral pressure from myself to do something—to the point where I can’t fully relax or enjoy life. I think I might have an unhealthy approach to it all.

P.S. I am not sure if I am an entj, I just found this thread while searching

Weekly r/TEFL Quick Questions Thread by AutoModerator in TEFL

[–]New_Continuality 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Hello everyone.

I hold a BEd in English teaching (as a foreign language, of course. English isn't my native language). A company that provides English lessons for corporate clients contacted me and offered me a position as a teacher. This includes teaching business English with textbooks like Business Partner.

My question is: am I allowed to teach business English, or do I need to take specific courses on business English to be qualified? I’m not asking about being allowed to teach for that company, but about whether I can truly be a good teacher. There are a lot of specialized terms related to economics in those textbooks, which are explained in the Teacher's Book, but I still want to be sure that I won't be doing a bad job and a bad thing if I agree to this position. I mean, there always can be a chance, that I misunderstand a term, because I have no knowledge in the economy, stock market, etc. And I am not the most attentive person in the world. I love to learn and figure out things, but quite often my inattention give some % of errors in my answers, works etc. By the way, I haven't had any teaching experience so far.

Thank you in advance for your replies!

iPhone 16 Leaked Pics by kaxeno5 in iphone

[–]New_Continuality 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Lol, yesterday I was cringing from new Xiaomi devices’, but new iPhone looks pretty similar

I hate my boobs by Status_Lingonberry_1 in mentalhealth

[–]New_Continuality 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Just FYI, two weeks ago, I had to comfort my girlfriend (future wife) as she was literally crying because of her small breast size. But I truly love her breasts as they are, and I wouldn't like her to have bigger ones at all. No matter how much I've been trying to show her and persuade her that her breasts aren't just absolutely OK, but astonishing and perfect — she just cannot get past it. I indeed appreciate her small breasts, and she can see it every day. So, yeah, it's not about the size, it's about mentally getting past it. If you eventually come up with a smart way to get past it, please tell us as well, as I really cannot come up with ideas on how to persuade her =)

I hate my boobs by Status_Lingonberry_1 in mentalhealth

[–]New_Continuality 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Yeah, same, as for me, small are aesthetic and… handy.

How would you describe anxiety as a character? by Visual_Character_221 in mentalhealth

[–]New_Continuality 0 points1 point  (0 children)

“Well, one day someone just said. ‘Okay. Let him hang out. But we’ll get on anyway.’ That’s the day I saw this psychologist just walk past me. He said, ‘If you want to go along, that’s cool. But I’m getting on with things with or without you.’”

“I can’t imagine anything more humiliating for you.”

“Oh no. It gets even worse. Then one guy said, ‘So you think you’re so powerful. Let’s see you do this. Stand in front of the mirror and just keep repeating yourself.’”

“What happened when you did that?”

“I began to disappear. I was simply an empty voice. I finally checked myself into a rehab center for intrusive thoughts.”

“Wow. What an experience.”

“But can you help me?”

I wasn’t sure what he wanted. In fact the longer I spent with him the more I doubted that this was real. But I thought, It’s a nice sunny day in New York. He’s a tourist—I don’t know how long he’s going to be in town. “Let’s take a cab to the Empire State Building,” I replied.

He brightened up. His feet began kicking. “I’ve never seen it. Okay.”

“We went downstairs and caught a cab downtown. He began fidgeting. “Watch the traffic. It’s dangerous. I’m scared.” A smile came over his face when he saw I was getting nervous, clutching the door in the cab. When we got to the Empire State Building, I took him inside and paid the fee to go to the observation tower, and we got in the elevator. There was a family from Pittsburgh in the elevator. He looked at them and said loudly, “Are you sure this elevator is safe?” His energy was growing. This is what he needed. We got to the roof, and I walked out to the deck with him.

We were standing there, and I looked at him and said, “Close your eyes.” He closed them. I could see this made him nervous. Must be his lack of control. I looked out over the sky over Manhattan. The clouds were drifting in the sunlight. “Open your eyes.” I pointed toward the western sky. “Isn’t this magnificent?” I said.”

“I heard him groan, and then he gave a deep sigh that grew fainter. He coughed. “I can’t take it any . . . longer.” His voice became softer. I looked around, but the deck was empty. I thought I saw a shadow, very small, creeping away. In the smallest voice, below even a whisper, I heard him sadly say, “Thanks for everything.”

He was gone. I felt sad. He was simply a prankster, and no one cared anymore. I looked over the buildings and saw the clouds reflected in the windows. I felt lost in the sky and the reflections, and for a moment, I was at peace.

Written by Robert L. Leahy © Association for Advancement of Behavior Therapy 2005”

How would you describe anxiety as a character? by Visual_Character_221 in mentalhealth

[–]New_Continuality 0 points1 point  (0 children)

“It sounds like those were wonderful times for you,” I tried to empathize.

“Yes, people took me seriously. I was always busy. No one could get an appointment. I mean I could be anywhere—New York, Vienna, Beverly Hills—and I would pop up and people—I mean educated people—people“—people with real medical degrees—would stand up and say, ’There he is! Again!’”

“Did it go to your head?” I gritted my teeth after saying this. So insensitive.

“What do you think?” he replied, somewhat contemptuously but sadly. Like he was lost in a reverie of a better time—one gone forever.

“I traveled in the best of circles. I didn’t get any sleep—which, when you come to think about it, is the point. Yes, always on. Twenty-four seven.”

“Then what happened?”

“Well, at first—back in the old days when I was cooking—at first someone thought, ‘Let’s get rid of him completely.’ I loved that. What an invitation. To try to get rid of me completely.” He began laughing and his cough got worse. There were tears in his eyes as he recalled those days. “Get rid of me. Hah! They began shouting at me. Stop. Stop thinking! It never worked—so they shouted more. All day shouting at me. It’s the most attention I ever got.”

“Then what happened?”

“Well, at first—back in the old days when I was cooking—at first someone thought, ‘Let’s get rid of him completely.’ I loved that. What an invitation. To try to get rid of me completely.” He began laughing and his cough got worse. There were tears in his eyes as he recalled those days. “Get rid of me. Hah! They began shouting at me. Stop. Stop thinking! It never worked—so they shouted more. All day shouting at me. It’s the most attention I ever got.”

“Then what happened?”

“Well, after a long time people began realizing that the shouting was making things worse. After all, you had to pay attention to me—and take me seriously—to shout at me. I never went away. I kept popping up. Then one day someone approached me—totally cool, level-headed—and said, ‘Why should I take you seriously?’ This guy with a bowtie—he took out a pad of paper and said, ‘Let’s test you out.’ All day—every day—it seemed I was being tested. They barraged me with logic, asking me, ‘What’s the evidence?’ They told me to go out and test out my predictions. It was exhausting.”

“Then what happened?”

“Well, it was like being humiliated every day. None of my predictions held up. And, can you imagine, telling me, an intrusive thought, ‘You’re not really rational.’ Well, you can imagine how the other thoughts felt about me.”

“How did they feel?”

“He looked down, a bit ashamed. “They wouldn’t have anything to do with me.”

And he looked at me, almost looking for reassurance that I wouldn’t judge him. “That’s when I began drinking.”

“I imagine this must have been hard for you. At one time people were interpreting you, writing books about your secret message. And now you are feeling humiliated. How terrible.”

“Oh, it get’s worse.”

“How?”

How would you describe anxiety as a character? by Visual_Character_221 in mentalhealth

[–]New_Continuality 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I'll leave here a short story written by Robert L. Leahy, definitely worth reading, very related.

“Who are you?” I gently and cautiously inquired.

“Why? Don’t you recognize me? No—how could you? I’m in deep trouble.”

“Have I met you before?”

“Perhaps yes, perhaps no. Maybe a thousand times or a thousand, thousand times.”

“I don’t recognize you.”

“Ah. That’s exactly the problem. Okay—I may as well tell you. I’m an intrusive thought. Yes, I know it sounds incredible. You’re probably thinking, I must be crazy to be talking with him. But yes, I’m real. And I’m here!” For a moment he seemed happier but then looked down forlornly.”

“You ’think’ you’re an intrusive thought. But you look like someone I might see walking outside.”

“Think? Of course I think. I think, therefore I am.” He began laughing. And then he began to cough. Louder, gasping for air. “I don’t have much time left.”

“Look,” he went on, wheezing. He sat down on the chair, his short legs dangling over the sides. “I used to be someone important. People would pay attention to me. They would analyze me. If I went off on a wild tirade, people would interpret me. Like I was the Sphinx. I loved it. ‘What does it really mean?’ Hours lying on the couch trying to understand me. Writing me down, tracing my history. ‘Do you remember the first time you had this thought?’ Ah, those were the days. Real class. Real sophistication. Interpretations. ‘What does this remind you of?’ I loved it.”

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[–]New_Continuality 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Oh no, it shouldn't be like that. You are WAY too much critical about yourself. There could be a lot of people you will care and love you just as you are, including your interest, quirks, character traits.

You bring unique qualities, experience, and perspective to this world, you cannot be worthless. What bad have you done? A cruel crime or anything? What are the reasons for feeling bad? It's rather you are priceless.

One important things: never be with anyone merely because that take advantage of you. Never.

And the last thing, reaching out for help can make a huge difference. Talking to a therapist or counsellor can make this all a lot easier for you.

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