Transporter Room 3

One day at work, I found out a work friend actually believed the whole “crystal energy” thing.

Since she was the first person I had ever met who actually admitted to that, I wanted to know more about what her specific beliefs about them were.

At first she was super bubbly about it, on par with her personality. But then as I asked a couple common sense questions about why science doesnt find anything measurable, and first she got hostile and mad that I would dare question another person’s beliefs, but when I explained I was genuinely curious and had no interest in changing her beliefs she just kind of broke down because nobody ever takes her seriously or believes her about her “personal healing journey”

The way I see it, it’s for adults who like pretty rocks, but can’t come to terms with the fact that they like something “childish” (because for some reason a lot of adults call a rock collection cringe or childish or dumb, but clearly they’ve never met a geologist) so instead of having a pretty rock and mineral collection, they have “healing crystals”, and eventually it just becomes kind of like part of their identity the way a religion is.

I will however, 100% giggle at their expense with my wife, later. Because anyone who buys $50 polished selenite drink coaster “charging plate”, and a $200 brass pyramid to “recharge” their $50 “healing quartz wand” while refusing to listen to real science deserves to be giggled at.

Sometimes I just can’t bring myself to be the bad guy, because either you get the worst possible ending (sorry, can’t suspend my disbelief enough to believe bad people actually get bad ends) or it just goes over the top.

For instance, in one franchise you can be bad, but it’s mostly rude comments, insults, maybe a couple betrayals here and there… Then BOOM surprise you just shot a kid in the back of the head.

I’m all for being a bad guy but it has to be a well-written and iltelligent bad guy that actually rivals the good version, not just stupidly plodding through the worst possible choice “because a bad guy wouldn’t care that he just crippled his fleet and lost the final battle, because he got mad that one of the admirals called him a hothead and crashed his ship into theirs”

Who am I kidding, the moment I betray someone I like, I’m going to bail and go back to being a good guy

Soooooo many things have been unchanged for thousands of years in blacksmithing, masonry, farming, and leathercraft.

There are tons of idioms (in English, I’m sure there are ones in other languages) that originate from one of these things, or other old professions.

I remember seeing a tiny single-blade “arrowhead” at a more local historical museum, and the historical society with all their degrees and (in all seriousness) hard work putting everything together, non of them actually knew what it was.

Their best assertion was that it’s an iron arrowhead made some time in the last 500 years, I can’t remember the exact date but I want to say mid 1600s.

Its… A utility knife. Incidentally also used in leather. The wooden handle had long since rotted away when it was found, I’m sure.

But I’ve seen people use the same small utility knife for cleaning fresh hides as well as cutting/scoring the produced leather.

Basically one of these but instead of it being solid through the handle, it tapers into a rat tail in about an inch.

So they thought “ceremonial/specialized arrowhead” because none of the people who worked there had access to the internet and reverse image searching at the time, and nobody there was into those kinds of hobbies and recognized it.

Of course, nobody gives a shit what a stupid dumb idiotic teenager says, they’re just children who know nothing. I did, however, know someone who likes reenacting colonial American things, and it’s one of his hobbies so he got ahold of them and got the information corrected within a few months.

I’ve got a guillotine in the garage I can break out, too, but I might need you guys to help me move it.

It’ll be fine, just get yourself a day planner! Just make sure it matches the other 3,729,241 that you’ve bought or have been bought for you.

I didn’t stop to greet some customers as I walked in with a cane for the third week in a row due to nerve damage.

I wasn’t on the clock, we didn’t have a uniform, no name tag, nobody would even know I work there until I put my shit on after I clock in.

By that time I had made it a habit of recording every interaction with management, so I just pulled out my phone, hit the record button, and asked “so to be clear, are you officially reprimanding me for NOT doing work off the clock?” and that immediately shut him up.

Managers get awfully pensive when they have recording devices capturing them.