At the moment, the tag #rustledjimmies seems to be about the sadness of mutees and their need for love and acceptance. After a closer inspection of rustled jimmies, I see that it's been added in every case as a community tag. I suspect that someone other than the poster is mocking the poster.
I checked urban dictionary and apparently having one's jimmies rustled, or re-rustled also means:
- Repositioning sexual organs. For males, repositioning of the penis and testicles. For females, repositioning of the breasts.
This is good to remember. One wants jimmy-rustling to be an activity done to one's self by one's self. If you're getting your jimmies rustled on hubski, you might want to walk around the block a few times.
Meanwhile, I discovered that the phrase, while new to me, has garnered itself a wealth of graphics, a video explaining the history of the phrase, and a discussion of the phrase on a somewhat homophobic body-building website.
Let's talk about:
REPURPOSING of TAG
to mean irritations, difficulties, and problems that we are experiencing.
-- What's rustling my jimmies right now is harrassment by my soon-to-be-ex-unit that I sign things. Other things too, but I have to run.
What's rustling your jimmies?
Right now, what's rustling my jimmies is not being at home. We are in Michigan visiting family and have been here since the 18th. We leave to go back to NC on the 27th. That's a long time away. I need my home, my bed etc. I have been here without my toiletries bag that I normally travel with so I'm using a new toothbrush, razor etc. I don't have my normal "make steve look and feel clean" pals. I feel dirty. I packed two pair of jeans and got blue frosting on one pair and the other pair ripped a hole in the crotch. -My jimmy rustled my pants apparently. So, I'm now donning a pair of jeans with a big hole. I'm looking forward to getting back to NC. It's like 40 degrees in Michigan, which isn't cold but isn't warm. It's raining and gray. In NC it's 70 degrees out and sunny. While I prefer my Christmas with snow, in lieu of it I'll take 70 and sunny. I have no complaints really, nothing is TRULY rustling my junk, but I am a bit homesick. Which is odd, because I would normally say that I'm homesick for MI. I guess the tables are turning and I am becoming a North Carolinian. Great post btw. Good luck with the ex-unit.
I'm trying to decide whether to scale back or even end my friendship with one of my oldest and best friends. We've known each other since school days and have always enjoyed each other's company. However, it seems over that last 3/4 years, they only really make an effort to maintain the friendship/contact when their life has gone to shit. They have always looked to me as someone they can spill their problems too whilst I simply listen. Or they often find my advice quite useful or supportive or whatever. I don't say this with resentment. I generally enjoy listening and giving advice where its wanted. I've had multiple people tell me I'm good at it so I try to help where I can. Who doesn't enjoy feeling wanted and useful? But it just seems that when times are good for them, when things are going right and they're enjoying their life, they make little effort to stay in touch or meet up. Unless I make the effort to reach out or arrange something, I will hear very little directly from them. As soon as things start going sour though, the messages and requests to meet come flooding back. And since I've started thinking about this, I've become acutely aware how much we don't have in common except for how long we've known each other. For the most part, we don't enjoy the same music, comedy, or taste in other media. We don't have the same outlook on life. We don't have a similar mindset on most thing. We just generally don't have a shared enthusiasm for anything. But despite all this I do feel there's a connection there in the good time and we enjoy each other's company. And of course, it can be good to be friend with people outside of your usual circle of interest, someone who challenges you or thinks differently to you. But in this case I'm starting to feel I'm being taken advantage of. I don't think it's anything purposeful by them, I just think that's how our dynamic has evolved naturally. And I feel it's becoming unhealthy. I don't know, I am prone to over-thinking and blowing things out of proportion. I haven't quite processed this all yet to decide whether it's grounded in reality or not. This is pretty much just a stream of conciousness of the main irk on my mind at present.
There are friends who are your friends and friends who are your caseload. How do you know which is which? 1. After seeing the friends who are your caseload, you might feel a little diminished. 2. You might feel you are putting in more than you are getting back. 3. Seeing friends who are your caseload sometimes seems like work. 4. You might have fun with friends who are your caseload, but they are mostly not your first choice if, say, you had tickets to something. You offer the tix to maybe three other people first. 5. Caseload friends might have been unreliable in the past. You don't entirely trust them to be there for you or to do what they promise. So you have learned to be cautious around them.Unless I make the effort to reach out or arrange something, I will hear very little directly from them.
If this person is your friend and not your caseload, tell him how you feel. I have a formula for a clear assertive message that can help you express your feelings.
In my case, I would say 2 is definitely applicable and 5 somewhat. Potentially 4 too but, to add a caveat, that'd be because anything I'd have tickets for they probably wouldn't be interested in going to. I'd invite them to something of mutual interest, and I have. Also, they are a she. Not that it changes things, but it's good to be clear. I'd be interested in hearing that formula.
This describes a friend of mine, and that makes me sad. Our conversations are either about cats, about her, or we don't talk for days and days. It used to describe another friend, but after a falling out and not talking for months, we've reconnected in a way that works. There are no more expectations, by either of us, to always be there. But we still have a lot of compatibilities, and occasional chats are enjoyable when neither of us expect anything from the other besides someone who understands. It's understanding without taking on the problem as a caseload. I still don't know what to do about the first friend, though.
Regarding the first friend: If there is a long-standing loyalty or debt of friendship or important past shared experience, you might want to continue the friendship in some form. Decide how much of your time you can afford. Protect yourself by combining time with that friend with another activity that you have to do. The person might move from being a caseload to being something else.
We definitely have all those reasons to remain friends, and she wasn't always a caseload. Currently my approach to stay sane is when she stops replying to messages, I stop caring. It's effective in making me not feel cast aside, but the consequence is growing apathy toward her.
Do I ever relate to that. I decided to cut my little brother out of my life five years ago and it was one of the hardest decisions I have ever made. It was about a year long mental process for me. I love the shit out of the guy and we always have a great time together and have tons in common. But I realized the same. He would usually only contact me when there was a problem in his life that he needed me to help him with. I realized that was 95% of my role our entire lives. I talked to him about it and he completely disagreed. Then a while later we got into a major debate about a fundamental moral issue. He decided that he was not going to try to be part of his son's life anymore as the joy he got out of it (which was a lot and he was a great Dad) was far outweighed by the grief he constantly got from his ex (which I can not disagree with). I essentially told him that he was a complete asshole if he decided to do that. So that was the end of it as I did not want to have anything to do with that. The situation turned out really well though, besides the fact I hate not having him my life. Over the last five years I have pretty much stepped into the "father figure role" (to the greatest extent possible) and my nephew stays or vacations with me for the month of August, March Break and will be here for 8 days this week. We text all the time and have tons of fun so the situation really turned out having a golden lining. It took me over a year to think that through and I do not think I was over-thinking it and you aren't either. Best of luck.
That's what I would be afraid of. I don't think the person in my case would agree either. But I guess that goes back to what I said previously about them not doing it consciously. They get so used to the motions that they no perhaps longer see them. I'm glad your decision turned out well for you. Thanks for sharing your experience and reassuring me that I'm not being an asshole.I talked to him about it and he completely disagreed.
Speak for yourself, but I'm feeling a little lonely this season. Besides the jimmy-rustling of a lack of mutual jimmy- rustling (a general, perennial problem), I've got school work, and college apps. What really gets my jimmies rustled is how many damn emails I get reminding me to complete my application. Like I'm gonna forget that. That and completing my Christmas shopping despite my mother and sister just refusing to tell me what they actually want. But hey, could be worse. I like this. Like Pubski, but with bitching and moaning instead of bragging and stories (though Pubski has plenty of unfortunate events).One wants jimmy-rustling to be an activity done to one's self by one's self.
I seriously want to go on a detailed rant but no one would know what I was talking about with most of this shit. We got this new guy at work to help with Christmas rush and he sucks shit. He came in one day and said he had experience so when someone up and quit we brought him on. I work in a frame shop so it's a lot of manual labor. This guy has like zero dexterity that you'd expect from a craftsman. He doesn't fucking catch on to how we do things by watching. Can't you fucking see how much faster my way is at this very obvious step in the process. I want to shake him like a bad nanny shakes a one year old. He can barely operate a tape measure and he looks like a fucking mongoloid when he uses the drill. Some of the shit he does just seems counter-intuitive to anyone who can see all our work layed out. You're seriously going to measure where to put the sticker for the shop on the back of the frame like that matters at all? Eyeball the middle. What the fuck? I should slap you with my fucking ring hand. We started the same task at the same time today and I did it three times before he did it once. One more day of this shit and I'm telling my boss to keep this idiot away from us at all cost
Do you enjoy framing? (bad co-worker aside). It's a cool thing to see a piece of artwork you already enjoy become that much more enjoyable after being properly framed. I love getting things framed. That said, it's CRAZY expensive. I've attempted to get things framed on the cheap and I've always regretted it. It's an area where you do seem to get what you pay for.
I don't really find it fulfilling from the point of view of what we frame because so little of it is my style. Lots of degrees and documents and cheesy art. I like my work environment and staying busy all day without sitting down. We're really cheap. If you were in Atlanta I'd say do some framing here. You could get a 16x20 with mats for less than $100
Right now? It's people who wait an hour in line for airport security and only take off their jacket / take out their laptop / learn to shoes right at the bin. Really? You couldn't have done this in the 10 minutes we've been standing a foot from here? No wonder the line is so long! What is wrong with you? I hope your flight is delayed and you get a middle seat in between two crying babies. Guess which one I empathize with:
Hahaha, yup. I can understand keeping your laptop in until you get to the bin, otherwise you're just standing there carrying it, but you just know someone doesn't fly when they've got super complex/fancy shoes on. If you live in Canada or the US, I highly recommend looking into a NEXUS card. Crazy amounts of paperwork, but the envious glares from other passengers as I go through the same line as pilots and foreign diplomats is so worth it.learn to shoes
I'm not sure if my jimmies have ever been unrustled. Right now I'm rustling over the usual: schoolwork, parents, dysphoria - generic teenage problems. For some reason, being cliche doesn't make them easier to deal with. Sadly.
Is this going to turn into a giant bitch fest? Because I am so in. At the company Christmas party the other day, one of my older coworkers commented on how the pay for the new hires is lower than it used to be. Which turns out to be $0.50 more than I make. Which makes me the lowest paid person there. I don't want to make a huge fuss of it (I'm hesitant to claim I've proven myself valuable) but man. That hurts. I love where I work, and my boss and I are pretty tight. But now I just feel like I've been forgotten. Or worse.
The Xmas party is not the best place to lobby for a raise. so good thing you did not :) But assuming that figure is correct, you now have a simple fact to base your negotiation on. Plus inflation alone makes you worth more. Plus, keep a list of accomplishments and make them sound positively awesome without obvious embellishment. "But the ecoonemy we can't affords it." Get some stats that show them otherwise. "I will have to ask my boss about it." Absolutely I understand and I expect that you respect my work enough to lobby for a higher number for me". Go in there and get it! In my industry you talk raises once a year but I always made sure my boss knew what value I was adding and knew I expected more. If you can't get at least another $0.50 then that is also telling you something. Best of luck!
Don't worry, I have a little bit of common sense! Thank you for the advice. I'm not sure if I should mention about learning my coworkers' salaries, though. I can definitely produce the reasons that I should be earning more, but bringing them into it just sounds petty.
Coming home from work, or running errands to an empty apartment. I grew up in a house with 4 younger brothers, friends and family of all ages and relations showing up at all hours of the day and quite a few at night. I went from that environment to a dorm, where there was always someone awake/ cogent enough to say hi or give me a hard time. Now I live alone, and when I first was getting settled into my new place I'd walk in the door and sarcastically go 'Nobody, I'm home!' and have a bit of a laugh. Now I'll do it every couple of days in a very dejected manner. I do really enjoy my me-time, but when it's no longer voluntary it becomes very tiresome.
Something I kinda have wanted to get off my chest for a while: No, shitty anti-viruses (read: Norton, McAffee, etc.) aren't better than nothing. I roll without out an active antivirus most of the time (at least I did, and will again when my MBAM premium runs out) and visit rather shady sites regularly, yet I have not had an infection in years. Bloated security software does more harm to the computer by wasting system resources and blocking other removal tools; Windows Defender with MBAM free is more than sufficient for 99% of users, if even those. My Grandfather's computer was completely overloaded with rogues and a few rootkits with Norton running to the point my father just bought him a new one for Christmas. We then took the old one and nuked it from orbit because it was just so infected. To keep clean: Get a good adBlocker (I recommend uBlock Origin for Chrome/Firefox/Pale Moon), disable running scripts and plug-ins by default, and don't download something you didn't intend to. For piracy, don't run .exe files unless your going for software. For software keep it to fairly trusted torrent/download sites, preferably ones with a good community (since good communities will report and clean up bad downloads) and go for the best seeded torrents since people tend not to seed malware. On the plus side, I finally got my father to come around to not shitting up every computer with Norton; I managed to convince him to use Windows Defender on my Grandfather's new computer and the old one we ended up giving to my step-mother's side of the family, which is a start.
Agreed, although for less technically inclined folks, moving to Linux would be easier. Seriously, drop Lubuntu on their formerly XP machine, get them over the hump of using a new OS and web browser, and they'll have far fewer problems over time. Plus less technically inclined users tend have less holding them to Windows: My mother used Lubuntu for the last 3 years of her life since the only programs she used were solitaire and a web browser, but I can't move to Linux due to a lack of games, needing Windows for school, and potential hardware compatibility issues.
You know what rustles my jimmies? When people say there aren't any good games on Linux. ;)
Agreed, it is a lot better than it used to be and when I build my desktop it is very likely that I'll be dual-booting or running Ubuntu exclusively, at least for a while.
I was reading a book at the library yesterday, and apparently I was displaying an invitation to interrupt me, so an older man came up to me and asked for help posting a picture to fb. Nbd! I try to help but his phone is being unresponsive, so he starts up a conversation asking what I do and how I like his country. Now, I don't mind talking about these things, but we're in a library! People are shushing us before I even start answering. So he pulls me over to another spot where we (mostly him) talk for a bit, and get another onslaught of (deserved) shushing. I should've politely told him I'd like to continue reading, but I felt compelled to talk to him because he was kind and I would've been embarrassed. We talk for awhile longer outside the library, and it was fine. But now I'm embarrassed to go back into the library for fear of being known as a loud person at the library because an old dude interrupted my reading. #rustledjimmies
Get your rustled jimmy back into that library asap. It was a one-off. If anyone remembers you, they will remember that you were the helpful person. If you want to help loud people, practice saying this, "This isn't the best place to have this conversation. Meet me in the rotunda/annex/donutshop/bus shelter in 10 minutes and I'll be happy to help you."
I work hard to not let my jimmies get rustled, with modest success. I'm a bit disappointed at the lack of snow in New York and having next week off with no specific plans (the horror), but other than that I try to brush off the stuff that would have once rustled my jimmies.