Archive for June, 2018

The Slytherin Option

I have a mountain of laundry in my living room, waiting patiently to be folded.  I spent a week camping with my side of the family, out of the news cycle, out of cell phone reception, and not missing much.  Every once in a while, I wonder if I’m a screen addict.  Then I go away from all of them, and I find that I’m totally not.  My hands never twitch to check my phone that I turned off and put away.  I don’t miss the youtube videos, or anything else, so long as I have books to read or people to talk to.

I borrowed my father’s book to skim through.  He was reading The Benedict Option, and so was my fundie religious brother.  When I don’t have much time to read a book, sometimes I’ll start with the last chapter and work my way backwards from there.  I find it to be a more engaging process of reading a book, because the author expects you to have already mastered concepts provided earlier in the book.

As the campfire conversations turned to politics, after my oldest brother had left to go back to work, I found myself in agreement with my brother for once.  It is strange.  We don’t agree on much.  He’s anti-abortion, anti-gay marriage, and everything else you’d expect of a Christian religious extremist who would never consider himself extreme.  Yet, his views match up rather well with Dmitry Orlov’s Communities That Abide.

He just wants the religious freedom to raise his children as he sees fit without Government Interference.  This usually means private schools or homeschooling, and there was much complaining about statist/liberal indoctrination techniques.  If you’ve been following Jordan Peterson much, you’ll have heard about some of these things.  Basic POSIWID says that public schools are not currently designed to teach people how to read and write and do math, otherwise there would be a lot more functionally literate graduates out there who could read bus schedules and could spell things correctly.  Even John Taylor Ghatto knows that public schools are designed to indoctrinate into obedience to authority, uniformity, and conformity to liberal notions of tolerance.  Public schools, of course, MUST teach tolerance, in order to divide and conquer the children for when they grow up, so they don’t form tribes and clans and effectively resist government taxation and control.

The recommendation my brother was talking about is not to take over the liberal college faculty, and not necessarily to build better Christian colleges, although that’s certainly one thing that can happen.  Not everybody should go to college.  Not everybody should take on that debt, true enough, but more importantly, not everybody learns that way.  Adam Savage is a maker, and doesn’t belong in college.  Mike Rowe talks about dirty jobs, and how there’s much more employment and satisfaction to be found in the trades.  He has also discussed how trade schools don’t have safe spaces and diversity training and speech/thought control.  Instead, they have people insulting each other with grins on their faces, because blue collar people can take a joke and dish it right back.  There’s something about working with your hands that makes you get out of your head enough to not get offended when somebody insults you, you fragile snowflake.

I’d like my children to grow thick lizard skin instead of being thin-skinned blubbering messes.  You don’t do that through identitarian means, nor through love-bombing.  Confidence, as always, comes from within, from trying and failing, and getting back up again and trying again.  That hard-won self-confidence can not be taken away from you like self-esteem can, because it comes from within, not from outside of yourself.  When you have it, you can dump toxic people from your life, knowing you deserve better, because you can identify who is toxic and who isn’t.  Lizard skin is a boundary.

The Race

I completed a long course triathlon in early June, and made the mistake of not using sunscreen.  The parts of my skin which had already burned earlier in the year were fine.  The parts of my skin which hadn’t seen sun, namely my shoulders and ankles, were not fine.  This is the first time I’ve burned so badly I got blisters.  Perhaps my mistake wasn’t sunscreen, but rather the lack of preparing my skin for spending that much time out in the sun uncovered.

You might ask, how does a person with a wonky autonomic nervous system complete a long-course triathlon?  That’s a good question.  It’s fairly straightforward.  Swimming isn’t a problem.  The most dangerous part is standing up out of the water without passing out.  The trick there is a bit of hyperventilation while continuing to run to keep the blood flowing to the brain as best as possible.  The second most dangerous part is right after the finish line, where I got the 20 minute shakes again.  For shorter distances, not passing out when they’re trying to take the timing chip off my ankle is always a challenge.  When I train, I always cool down with a walk.  Abruptly stopping a hard workout is a recipe for disaster, and that includes sprint pieces in the pool, and stopping at traffic lights on the bike.

I have a very hard time eating while exercising, because my stomach just doesn’t digest much under hyperadrenal conditions.  I managed 200 calories during the 56 mile bike part, and that was good for me.  In theory, I’m supposed to consume a lot more, but that’s just not for me.  I probably got 100 calories on the run.  I normally don’t train eating while running, because I just can’t.  Maybe that trains me to burn fat instead?  I suppose that’s possible.

Thermoregulation is a challenge for me.  Too cold, and my hands turn Raynaud’s white.  Too hot while racing, and I don’t sweat.  I swell up instead.  This has made running in the summer a lot more difficult for me.  Fortunately, this was an early season triathlon, so it didn’t get unbearably hot.  They offered ice, and I used it, stuffing it in my bra and hat.  I also dumped water on myself from time to time.

Part of me wonders how I’d do on a very low dose beta-blocker during a long-course race.  Would it make sweating and eating possible?  On the other hand, maybe I’d have to actually pee during the race.  That’s the up-side of the dysautonomia umbrella: never needing to pee during a long race.  It’s on the anti-doping list, though, so I don’t.

There are times when I look at this with disbelief.  I can’t possibly have autonomic nervous system problems!  I completed a Half-Ironman, and was the second female across the finish line!  How can anybody believe me?  Then I go out to lunch with my friends, and almost pass out after the meal, and my friends are so used to it, they don’t think anything of it.  Or I stand around in a kitchen with my friends and get handed a glass of water without being asked if I want any, because I’m leaning against the countertop again, probably with a paler face.  I don’t know anybody else who is at risk of fainting in the race packet pickup line, and not the race itself!