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aegof
Mar 2, 2011

grittyreboot posted:

I dunno if this counts as aging poorly, but a lot of tough choices in Mass Effect could've been negated if simply chose not to inexplicably leave all but two of your highly skilled teammates on the ship. Like the Zaeed mission; You can either save a bunch of civilians or go after Zaeed's enemy. If you brought a second team with you you easily could've done both.

Except for the one time, where you take all of your team, and your entire crew is immediately kidnapped by bug aliens.

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aegof
Mar 2, 2011

DeadlyMuffin posted:

Is it spoons as a metaphorical measurement unit? That makes sense. If it's like, metaphorical spoons then I'm confused.

they were physical spoons, but they represented the energy limitations of having Lupus

https://butyoudontlooksick.com/articles/written-by-christine/the-spoon-theory/

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She asked what it felt like, not physically, but what it felt like to be me, to be sick.

As I tried to gain my composure, I glanced around the table for help or guidance, or at least stall for time to think. I was trying to find the right words. How do I answer a question I never was able to answer for myself? How do I explain every detail of every day being effected, and give the emotions a sick person goes through with clarity. I could have given up, cracked a joke like I usually do, and changed the subject, but I remember thinking if I don’t try to explain this, how could I ever expect her to understand. If I can’t explain this to my best friend, how could I explain my world to anyone else? I had to at least try.

At that moment, the spoon theory was born. I quickly grabbed every spoon on the table; hell I grabbed spoons off of the other tables. I looked at her in the eyes and said “Here you go, you have Lupus”. She looked at me slightly confused, as anyone would when they are being handed a bouquet of spoons. The cold metal spoons clanked in my hands, as I grouped them together and shoved them into her hands.

I explained that the difference in being sick and being healthy is having to make choices or to consciously think about things when the rest of the world doesn’t have to. The healthy have the luxury of a life without choices, a gift most people take for granted.

Most people start the day with unlimited amount of possibilities, and energy to do whatever they desire, especially young people. For the most part, they do not need to worry about the effects of their actions. So for my explanation, I used spoons to convey this point. I wanted something for her to actually hold, for me to then take away, since most people who get sick feel a “loss” of a life they once knew. If I was in control of taking away the spoons, then she would know what it feels like to have someone or something else, in this case Lupus, being in control.
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