Viktor77 wrote:I should've known that since they had them in Cologne they'd have them in Berlin. They're streetcars or a tram, it doesn't matter. They're essentially the same thing. Old streetcars functioned the same, running on non-electrified tracks using wires above, usually as 1 or 2 car combinations. I suppose one could argue that trams have more cars.
I have no distinction in my lect. I come from a city where there have not been trams for about fifty years, since a fire at the depot basically wiped them all out. I went to Melbourne once and they have trams there, I think mostly only two carriages, but I don't really remember.
Viktor77 wrote:and yet here comes a tram and no one gets hit, everyone gets out of the way even though I didn't see any obvious sign the tram was coming. [...] But these trams often run right through squares were people congregate, and that's what I find bizarre, but oddly charming too.
Um, people are aware of their surroundings? You don't just stand around where the tracks are and get out of the way when a tram comes through. It would only be a problem if the place were genuinely crowded and hard to move through. Alexanderplatz has all kinds of markets and things at various times of the year, Oktoberfest, Christmas markets etc, but the area around the tram tracks always stays pretty clear of people. It's like a road, I guess. You cross it when it's safe but don't just hang out there. And it's not as if the trams go racing along there.
linguoboy wrote:When I lived in German, me and my fellow Americans just called this the "S-Bahn", in the same way that the big school cafeteria was the "Mensa".
What city did you live in? Where is the tram called the S-Bahn? If you talk about the S-Bahn here, you're talking about something else. The tram is called
die Tram or
die Straßenbahn. In Berlin, there's ...
Tram / Straßenbahn
S-Bahn
U-Bahn
Viktor77 wrote:I'm glad you got to see the guy, even if his title is not what you expected and he might be a bit awkward to speak too. And I'm glad he will make time for you. People are usually kind if we give them a chance. I've found that here. I think we like to assume that people are out to get us but really the evidence is quite to the contrary, people love to help. I think people find purpose and meaning in being able to help those who need help and are appreciative of it. Bah, I probably sound like some freaking preacherman but no, I'm not religious, I just think people are genuinely kind, most of them anyway.
Yeah, I basically find that I'm constantly pleasantly surprised by individual people and deeply disappointed by masses of people. Anyway, this guy works for
an organisation that is, in part, government funded, and partially by donations from organisations and individuals. They're there to help people like me. It seems a bit strange to me that this service is only really available to me because I'm gay ... like, I could be straight and have more or less the same set of problems and I really don't know where I'd go then. It's the first time in my life it's been an advantage ... I suppose I could lie, but I've met very few straight guys willing to pretend to.
Anyway, thank you to the person who suggested it to me. I don't know how much of a private lurker you want to be, but you know who you are and I am really grateful!
Viktor77 wrote:I know it can seem obnoxious that they are so cautious and perhaps even verging on profiling with regards to implying you could be suicidal or could inflict self-harm, but unfortunately as I'm sure you know there's no way to find a proper balance on this subject.
Yeah, I completely understand why it was necessary. I had been explaining my situation for a while, and the catch 22 I'm in now is pretty fucked, and I'm clearly very depressed ... and I hadn't yet mentioned that I'm actually in quite a good place in terms of my awareness that this is not me and it's not the truth, it's just mental illness, so I know that it's normal that he asked me that ... it just really brought home to me where I am and what's going on. It's been years since a professional has had the talk with me about suicidal urges and it was just a bit like "Yep, I'm here again." I recently told a friend of mine how bad things have been in my head and reassured her that I'm not a danger to myself and she told me she didn't feel that she needed to worry about me because she's seen how disciplined I am with avoiding alcohol and drugs or anything that could make it worse. Apparently I'm not just a ball of chaos careening off course, which is how I feel most of the time, so that's reassuring. *stares at the growing pile of trash in my room*
Viktor77 wrote:I'm glad to hear you you no longer think those thoughts. I almost lost a cousin to suicide, and arguably my brother as well (though it's hard to say if he was serious or trying to scream for help), and I had a friend confide in me she was cutting herself. They all got help, but such things really show someone how important it is to remain vigilant for signs of suicide and self-harm, which is why earlier on this thread when someone mentioned just that, whether it was a joke or was serious, I took it serious. I probably seem crazy but I'd rather be crazy and know the topic was brought up and hopefully that someone got help than remain silent.
Yeah. It's amazing how unvigilant some people can be actually. Aside from a couple of very close friends, no one would even have suspected that I had depression for essentially all of my teenage years. A friend of mine, a teacher and my mother all found out about about a self-inflicted injury and when it became a big deal, I said it was the cat and they all believed me (and were all angry with me) and no one ever sat me down and asked me if I was OK or encouraged me to talk about how I was feeling about everything. I managed to tell a couple of friends about self-harming once I thought I had stopped, but didn't tell them when I started again and I never told anyone until years later that I had once planned to kill myself, but even aside from when I had actually decided to do it, I daydreamed about killing myself all the time, usually in really violent ways, and I was kind of passively suicidal - I'd do things like choosing to sit right at the front of the front carriage of the train because the only passengers who have died in suburban train accidents in my city were sitting at the front. It's only been in the last five or so years that I've started talking more openly about how bad things were in my head back then it's shocked a few friends of mine who were there at the time and just thought I was a bit weird. I think my mother has also finally accepted that depression is a real thing. Back then, it was mostly only fear that was holding me back, and sometimes the fear would seem not so bad compared to how other things were in my head. That fear would at least drive me to seek help a few times when things started spiralling. Now it's both fear
and the fact that I actually like myself now, and that's a much more lasting, stable reason to keep living and I can't see that changing. I really want to see things get better.
I hope Chagen's OK. Chagen, if you're reading this, I'm thinking about you.
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OH MY FUCKING GOD! I was just working on music and then Windows fucking shut my computer down to install some updates. Hadn't saved it recently and can't open it anyway. SHITFUCKINGJESUSCUNTYCOCK! I just changed a setting on my computer that I didn't know existed so that this can't happen again. Gah, now I'm making angry music. ...
Damn, I forgot about this message and it stayed open all that time. Made [ur=
https://soundcloud.com/demidron/sinisterl]kind of angry music.[/url]
The my friend managed to rescue what I was working on the other night, so I'm happy, even though I lost a kind of fun track.