She has Masters and works as a social worker, and she punches a clock?
Thank god! I’m not the only one! I had actually noticed a great improvement in Incubus here, with pleasant and thoughtful (and nuanced!) posts.
And then he did a fuckin’ U turn a few months ago and turned into some desperate-to-be-edgy teenager obsessed with mocking “aspies”, fat people, etc. I don’t understand what the fuck happened, but it’s damn disappointing.
Seconded. Perhaps he’ll do another U-turn?
That’s what I wondered, too.
In fact, is her hourly rate above average, save for the language differential? Of course she is going to take home more money if she’s an hourly employee and she works almost twice the hours of the average full-time worker.
This is where different strokes for different folks comes into play, I guess. I would rather stay in the 80-90 range and stick with 40 hour work weeks. Work smarter, not harder and all that.
It’s what happens when you spend too much time breathing diesel fumes and driving low-income fat people around town all day like their chauffeur. It’s either hate them and invent self-serving evidence that you’re morally superior to them, or hate yourself and admit that your life isn’t what you hoped it would be. The invisible cost to all the overtime he’s getting is his personality. It’s going bad.
His coworkers look and act like the butt of every mean sitcom joke. He can’t escape a social circle loaded with the same genre of guys who sat at the reject lunch table in junior high. But rather than accept that he is a member of the same tribe that he looks down upon, he has to portray himself as separate and apart from them.
If SD were a play, Incubus would be Stanley from “Streetcar Named Desire.” No, no, not Stanley Kowalski, the character played by Marlon Brando. I’m talking Stanley, the streetcar driver. You’ve probably never heard of him since the part was cut before production. But before you roll your eyes, you should know that streetcar drivers raked in ~$15k back then, which was enough to buy a studio apartment in the Bronx.
We are saving up for the down payment on a house. Hence the overtime.
Interesting theories on the change in my tone over the years. Obviously other people are going to see it more than me. There have been a few things that have happened. My life has improved significantly over the last six years. Nobody held my hand, patted my head, or gave me a map. I did it myself.
I used to post threads complaining about my family or SO, but the things I said tended to backfire. I never got a satisfactory answer. And I realized that many of my posts gave people one of two conclusions about myself- either I’m this whiny helpless idiot for being in the situation in the first place, or a loser for associating with people with the issues described.
So I started to try to avoid complaining about some things and take a more hands on approach. I really worked to foster better relationships with my family, and I get along better with my brother and mom than I had years. I also cut a few bad friends loose, and made a few new ones. Instead of focusing on what made me unhappy in my life, I started to think much more positively. I think of all the things I’m proud of. My job, my wife, hell even my little smurfmobile of a car 
. And it feels so good to share in that pride.
stella!
Incubus, I don’t think anyone would be ragging on you if this was just about you being proud of yourself.
It’s the bragging and the douchebaggery. Maybe we could overlook the former if you weren’t so over-the-top with the latter.
If you’re feeling so great about yourself, why the ramp-up in looking down on others? That’s what insecure people do, not ones who are confident, happy, and thinking positively.
Yeah, monstro has it. I’d never really thought much about him in the past; just another young guy on the boards trying to figure shit out. He didn’t annoy me or make me hate him or think a about him and his behavior off these boards. Just average, like everyone else. Then, I began really noticing him again (possibly due to an increase in posting) and it seemed like he’d really matured by leaps and bounds. Giving good advice and insights off of his newfound experiences and it was very pleasant to read. Hell, I think I even commented on his turn around, as others perceived it and mentioned as well.
Then it nose-dived. I’m glad it was brought up about the Aspergers. I think that’s where I first started wondering what the fuck was wrong. And it wasn’t, “Oh, how good on him that he’s grown so much and can now not be whiny like all these other losers who still Just. Do. Not. Get. It.” No, it was more like bewilderment why anyone would constantly run down people with mental issues. Not in that way that some do, like they don’t think a person is truly sick, but by passing judgment in a moral failing sense.
And he kept spiraling. The more he realizes that people find certain beliefs abhorrent, the more he digs in his heels, on every sort of weird topic, posting his trolling everywhere. He’s not just content to put his opinion out there in topics that call for it, but instead, he knows that once all the “neckbeards” are riled up, it’s good to goad them as much as possible. It’s like he’s read his bad press elsewhere, so he’s setting out to prove he’s more badass than all of it. Like intoning the tired adage that all Dopers believe they are the “best and brightest.” And on and on.
Anyway, I hope whatever the fuck is making you so miserable, Incubus, changes. Intentionally looking down your nose at everyone is only bound to bring karma to your door pissed. Life has a way of handing comeuppances to sanctimonious assholes. I’d hate to be nearby when yours arrives.
I don’t see why we’re debating whether or not Incubus has a HMW or makes a $250k household income. (Although, he could easily prove this by posting a pic of himself with said hot wife while holding a piece of paper that said “Straight dope 7-28-14”, but we all know that’s not going to happen.)
Incubus seems to be of the impression that this makes him a better person. It does not. He’s a fucking asshole and not worthy of anyone’s respect.
The better my life gets, the more people with learned helplessness bother me. I’m sorry if that rubs some dopers the wrong way.
Why do they bother you?
And if true, why would it make you more of a bastard? Makes no sense. Also, if you truly are going to embrace your inner duchecanoe, then it’s probably wise to at least stick to facts. Ignoring those because you don’t like what someone points out, only makes it persist. Like letting uncle kiddy diddler off the hook.
Christ. Drop the armchair psychologist shtick already. You look down on people because it makes you feel better about yourself.
Uh, no. What’s actually rubbing us the wrong way is that you’re a smug, self-righteous prick. And you’re obviously not sorry.
Sounds just like someone who found religion. You can’t really reason with them (check out his “cite” for how weight isn’t genetic. It’s a fat shaming blog. “I read it on the Internet!”) and nothing is going to change their minds. And their mantra is “I just want to share the good neeeeeeews!”
Somehow they feel that being an awful person that got saved is much better than just being a decent person the entire time.
Gotta just ignore them and hope their fervor peters out and you can tolerate them again, or they go away forever and never bother you anymore.
Incubus, I haven’t followed your posting history as much as some. But if it’s true that you changed in 2013, and you are actually telling the truth about the HMW starting her Master’s in 2011, then your slide started around the time your wife graduated and started making more money than you. That has to be a blow to a sexist jerk who was finally feeling good about himself. Maybe that’s where this insecurity comes from?
As a disorganized person who usually lives in a messy apartment, I do think having a clean house is a great thing. I wouldn’t brag about a clean house if I had one, but hey, being neat is important.