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Friday, August 26, 2016
Question #87690 posted on 08/26/2016 11:13 p.m.
Q:

Dear 100 Hour Board,

What does it feel like to have depression? I've been wondering if it's different for every person or if most people experience it the same way. I'd like to be accurate when I'm describing it to people who don't understand.

-Love you

A:

Dear you,

I find it to often feel like a complete lack of motivation and energy . I'll know I need to get out of bed, work on homework, or whatever else I have to do and I just will not be able to make myself do it; even if it's a very simple task. I'll tell myself, all I need to do is sit up, get off the bed, walk 5 steps to the bathroom, undress, and get in the shower. Pretty simple task right? Well, when depression hits, I'll get hung up on that first step of sitting up in bed because even though I know I need to I just don't feel like I have the energy to do so or like there's enough reason to motivate me.

This sucks on its own, but considering I also deal with anxiety (more so, generally, than depression) it becomes awful because my anxiety kicks in with all the awful things that are gonna happen because I can't make myself get out of bed, but instead of motivating me to do the stuff, it just makes me feel 1) awful for feeling so apathetic, and 2) overwhelmed by every single simple thing I need to do. Basically it's like I feel no feelings and all the feelings at once, and if that's a sensation you've never had the singular pleasure of experiencing then I envy you.

As I said though, generally I struggle more with anxiety than depression, so usually I'm dealing more with the "Paralyzed by the thought of everything that needs to be done" aspect of the above and the apathy/lack of motivation and energy thing is less common for me, though it does happen. Other people who have to deal more with depression than I do probably experience it in a somewhat different way because of that difference in severity of the issue.

Dr. Occam

A:

Dear you,

I speak from personal experience, and my answer isn't at all based on science, but I've thought a lot about this recently, and this is the most accurate way I've come up with to describe it.

Depression feels like your brain has lost the ability to process pleasure. Again, I don't speak from a scientific standpoint, because I have no idea what depression causes physically or chemically. But it feels like happiness is no longer possible because you can no longer appreciate pleasure.

Naturally, this affects everything, because you'd be surprised by how much the anticipation of pleasure motivates your actions. You get no pleasure from eating, so what's the point in doing it? Being clean doesn't make you happy, so showering takes way more effort than it's worth. Nothing has the potential to make you happy. So you don't feel the urge to do anything at all. You don't want to read or watch TV or hang out with friends, even if you used to love doing those things, because they no longer hold any pleasure for you.

Like Dr. Occam said, this feels like exhaustion. Nothing feels like it's worth the effort, not going to school or work or even getting out of bed. So you do nothing.

Depression saps your ability to feel pleasure, but it doesn't drain all of your feelings. You can still feel sad, lonely, and a host of other negative emotions. For me, I feel about 50% numb and 50% hopeless. Because there is no happiness to mitigate the negative feelings, they consume you, and you feel worthless and as if you would be better off dead. 

When I'm depressed, I mostly stay in my bed because I don't have the motivation to do anything else. When it's at its worst, I sit in bed and do literally nothing for hours because nothing brings me pleasure, so it's a series of hellish hours devoted to only pondering my own loneliness and feeling as though nothing will ever get better.

Love,

Luciana

A:

Dear you,

Depression does feel different to everyone, but there are often common themes or similarities. Even for myself, depression can feel different depending on the severity, length, or cause of the depressive episode. The following are some of the feelings:

It feels like my brain is shutting down all the feelings to avoid the fact that the only feelings settings seem to be "vaguely defined sense of guilt", "crying", or "indescribable mental pain that has no particular source whatsoever". Unfortunately, this shuts down feelings such as "happiness" "enjoyment" or "caring about basic responsibilities"

It also feels like the air is made out of syrup and my thoughts are made out of goop and every simple task takes way more physical or mental energy than it should. Kind of like how walking upstream against a current is harder than walking through air. I just want to sit down on the ground wherever I am and never move again.

It feels as though everything is my fault and something terrible is going to happen at any given moment.

I feel terrified of bad things happening, because I feel so emotionally weak that I can't handle even the smallest bad thing. But at the same time, I want something to really hurt me, because I want to be able to point to a reason for feeling this way or have my feelings reflected in reality.

I feel terrified of failing, but I want to fail everything so I have no more responsibilities or expectations.

It feels as though focusing on something for longer than 5 seconds is like being asked to hold my hands in boiling water. Even something as simple as a 5-minute youtube clip of my favorite comedian.

It feels either like my brain is spinning too fast to fall asleep, even though I'm too depressed to even have thoughts or care about them, or it feels like I have been awake for 30 hours straight and desperately need sleep, even if I've actually slept for 18 hours. Or a combination, where I feel like I desperately need sleep but I'm wide awake.

It feels either like my stomach is too tightly clenched to accept any food and there's a lump in my throat too big to let me eat anything, or like I just need to keep finding different things to eat, because somewhere out there is the perfect piece of food that will trigger all the endorphins and dopamine and make me happy.

It feels like any period of my life where I haven't felt this way is just a small blip on the radar and the inevitable default brain setting will always be depression. It feels like the effort it takes to get to a happy place is completely disproportionate to how much time I get to spend there. (Even though when I am happy, I recognize that this is completely not true and I actually spend way more time being happy than my depressed-brain is able to remember. When I'm depressed, I usually dismiss this as an illusion from my happy-brain rather than recognizing that my depressed-brain is creating the real illusion).

Doing normally low-stress things like going to work or sitting in a lecture make me feel so anxious that I can't focus and feel like I need to leave, even though literally all I have to do is sit there and do something relatively simple.

Having a conversation with someone, even a short "hi how are you" or casual conversation with someone I know well and like, feels like an impossibly overwhelming and exhausting task.

The blog Hyperbole and a Half also has a good explanation of what depression feels like. Part 1 can be found here, and Part 2 can be found here. As a warning, the blog posts do contain swear words and such.

-Zedability

A:

 Dear Love-dude,

It's pretty fascinating to read how similar yet different all of our experiences with depression are. I, like Dr. Occam, struggle more with anxiety than depression. But often they're a package deal. It's basically your brain going on revolt, but in two entirely different ways.

Anxiety feels like I'm losing control of my whole world. There's this scene from Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close where the kid is yelling at the old man and saying how uncontrollable and pointless and confusing and overwhelming and MASSIVE life is. That's how anxiety feels. And depression is usually the result. When I'm just sick of feeling out of control and confused, something snaps. It's like I subconsciously come to this conclusion: if this is causing me so much pain, why do I even care? My brain shuts off the feelings bombarding it and I'm left with this big, empty space of...meaninglessness. The 2nd Part of Hyperbole and a Half captured it pretty well.

An interesting fact I notice about myself now is I crave feeling. Especially sad feelings. It sounds creepy, but I love the feeling of shock and deep hurt. That sounded a lot worse than I thought it would. But I'm wondering if that's why I enjoy watching war movies so much. Maybe I shouldn't say enjoy. I don't know how to explain it. I just crave those deep, profound feelings.

I'm going to quit while I'm ahead here.

Cheers,

The Lone Musketeer


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Question #87675 posted on 08/26/2016 11:12 p.m.
Q:

Dear 100 Hour Board,

Are Folk Dance Rec Nights still a thing? I've never been but I remember hearing that anyone could go and they'd teach you a dance. Where can I find out more about these?

Thanks,
dance

A:

Dear Dancer,

Yes, they are! I've never been to one either, but I'm pretty sure you just go and learn a dance from a certain culture and then just dance the night away! I asked one of my friends on the folk dance team and she told me the first one will be on September 28th and that they are held approximately every five weeks (weird, I know. I don't know if I've ever heard of anything being done every five weeks). Anyway, she said upcoming Rec Nights would for sure be advertised on the BYU Folk Dance Facebook page, so you might want to like that if you want to be kept in the loop!

Keep dancing!

-the Goose Girl


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Question #87255 posted on 08/26/2016 11:12 p.m.
Q:

Dear Lone Musketeer,

Would you please write a history of Strog-Dor? If Strog-Dor is actually a woman, is there romance between her and Trog-Dor?


-Dallin

A:

Dear Dallin,

You're in luck, because tonight on Masterpiece Theatre, we bring you: a tale of love, betrayal...and a whole lot of burninating. Yup, lots of burning stuff.

Read for you by Matt Damon.

Once, there lived a man. No, scratch that. He was a dragon-man. Oh, just kidding, he was actually just a dragon.

Trog-dor could often be found in the local countryside performing controlled forest fire experiments. Except for his bare (and incredibly beefy) arms, his scale-clad bod was completely fireproof, which is how he got the gig. It's not exactly a task required from the rich, brave, or intelligent. All you really need are some ripped biceps.

So here he was, burninating the countryside and the occasional peasant (occasionally they hid in the bushes)...when he saw her. This woman was equally buff, brave, and fireproof as Trog-dor. However, she had the added skills of intellect, wit, good looks, and an incredible capacity for empathy. Incredible. And incredibly believable.

[author's note: if you really want to know what this creature looked like, add some eyelashes to Trog-dor. That should do the trick.]

Dumbfounded by this incredibly attractive, yet independent, woman, Trog-dor walked trance-like to her side and threw herself at her feet. She didn't even break stride in her stiletto heels, but sent a single business card fluttering down from her leather handbag. Trog-dor caught the professionally fragranced bit of card-stock mid-air:

Strog-dor 

Specializing in Business, Community Involvement, Culture, and Perfect Hair

By Appointment Only

And appointments he made. Every day after burninating the countryside, he'd dutifully go to her doorstep and throw himself at her feet, begging her to love him. But it seemed the idea of living in a three-bedroom house, with main responsibilities of cooking, cleaning, entertaining, and putting up endlessly with the inferior gender, did not appeal to Strog-dor. Imagine the shame invoked by coworkers, friends, and family as she disowned her lucrative and flawless lifestyle for the monotony of married life! That was what was entailed, after all.

In the end, there was no end. Strog-dor continued living the independently idealistic lifestyle only dreamed about by magazine publishers. Trog-dor took up burninating thatched-roof cottages in his spare time. Both continued flexing their beefy arms.

Cheers,

The Lone Musketeer

P.S. This is stereotyping, hyperbole, and absolute lack of creative skill at work. Please, do not disturb.


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Posted on 08/26/2016 1:34 p.m. New Correction on: #87740 In Genesis, we read the infamous story of Joseph and Potiphar's wife. Potiphar's wife (who is ...
Question #87746 posted on 08/26/2016 12:32 p.m.
Q:

Dear 100 Hour Board,
May God give you grace, peace and a flowing wisdom in all things!!!

My Question Here.
I ask Jesus Christ for a multitude of Angels under Sabaoth before I go out the door. What do Mormons do, given that Satan is actively corrupting us at all times, as is death. Advise on the best prophylaxis (not for sex, for sanctity).

-My Name Here
Sergieyes, the sinful servant of God, who keeps trying.

A:

Dear you,

We are often counselled by our leaders in the church to pray often, particularly morning and night. I feel like most members do this (or at least try to), and I would assume most members pray for some sort of spiritual or divine aid in staying on the path of righteousness during these prayers. As far as a prophylaxis against sin, along with frequent prayer, we are also counselled to study the scriptures regularly both individually and as a family where possible, and to take Paul's advice to Timothy to be "an example of the believers" in all things (See 1 Timothy 4:12). In doing these things we are able to bring the Holy Spirit into our lives and better avoid sin. However, being human and prone to error, we also strive to be continually repenting of our mistakes and realigning our own will with that of God.

I hope this answers your question, I apologize if I misunderstood you.

~Dr. Occam


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Question #87745 posted on 08/26/2016 12:31 p.m.
Q:

Dear 100 Hour Board,

I've been in leadership positions in my last few wards over the past seven years and over the last few weeks I've been hit with the realization that I'm not a very effective leader. I get frustrated easily when people aren't doing what they know they should be doing; I find it hard motivating people to do the things that they should be doing... let's just say it's hard for me not to "call people to repentance" instead of figuring out ways to inspire people... how can I get better at this? How can I lead in the way the Savior did? How do you motivate and inspire people in the church or even worldly settings? I'm not a big fan of your usual "7 habits of successful leaders" kinda books, but does the church offer any resources that might be able to help me?

-El Lider

A:

Dear you,

As for Church resources, Handbook 2 is an excellent source of guidance for any leadership calling. A more condensed version of that counsel can be found in the leadership section of the missionary handbook. Also, "Teaching in the Savior's Way" is a fantastic resource. Though if you want to get to the core of things, I highly recommend studying D&C 121:33-46.

In my mind, it comes down to stewardship. The only people with full authority to call us to repentance are in the Godhead. We're given a piece of that authority when it's needed for our calling (leader, teacher, parent, etc.) AND "when moved upon by the Holy Ghost" (D&C 121:43). Calling someone to repentance is right only when we're truly representing God, which is a gift we're here to learn how to use correctly.

It's also important to realize that being a leader isn't about making anyone do anything. Joseph Smith said, "teach them correct principles, and they govern themselves." All we're asked to do is to teach and invite, and the rest is up to their agency. If you're dead-set on getting someone to do a specific thing, you can't lead correctly. I've found that building a loving relationship can do far more than critical words ever could. Get to know them until you deeply respect something about them, something you want to learn yourself. That respect will make a difference in their lives.

-Kirito


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Q:

Dear 100 Hour Board,

I am in search of a typewriter available for BYU student usage, ideally on-campus. More specifically, I'm looking to use a typewriter to type up a quote from a book to give to someone. Do you have any idea if there is one on-campus and how I would go about using it?

-Hopeless Romantic

A:

Dear romantica,

Both Zedability and Frère Rubik said they might know of one in the library, so I called around a little bit. BYU Info—bless you, campus operators—told the Media Center in the library used to check out typewriters to students, but that they no longer offered that service.  When I called the Media Center, they informed me they did still have a typewriter students could use within the center itself. The typewriter is electronic, not manual—I hope it will still give you the look and feel you want. The Media Center desk warned me the typewriter had a note on it saying the Chamber of Secrets has been opened the rhythm on the typewriter is a little off, so I'd suggest using some paper you don't really care for at first until you get the hang of what that means.

BUT WAIT.

Watching old sci-fi movies has thoroughly convinced me using old, dusty malfunctioning technology with cryptic handwritten warnings usually leads to some kind of horrible wormhole opening up and sucking the protagonist and their entourage into some mind-tearing parallel universe where either all the supporting characters/nameless goons get killed off by stuff with tentacles (as these goons are whisked yelling away into darkness they are contractually obligated to harmlessly fire a machine gun into all directions), or,  far worse—the protagonist is permanently transported into a terrifying dimension where ice cream doesn't exist, or perhaps taken to a magical land where all soda is the carbonated flavor and consistency of macaroni and cheese. 

Wishing none of these outcomes upon you, I thought it prudent to make one more call on campus to a place I'd only ever seen by flashlight, four years ago: the University Press Building.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Past Ardilla walked carefully through the rows of gleaming machinery. Almost deafening by day, the curious contraptions now lay silent and still in the warehouse's cavernous gloom. What was this place? The keys attached to his waist jingled as he stepped over a discarded box. Industrial rolls of shrink wrap piled on a towering shelf shone green under his flashlight's wandering beam. Old publications lay in half-opened boxes scattered around the end of the largest machine, which stretched nearly the entire length of the warehouse. Though the empty expanse of the room threatened to swallowed the sound of his footsteps, Past Ardilla could make out a distant tapping.

"Okay, you can stop now,"
he said. There was no reply. He was apparently alone.

"You're still doing it,"
he said. But to whomever was he speaking?

"I'm speaking to you, man," he said to no one in particular, since we've already established the room was quite devoid of people and—did I mention?—rather mysterious.

 "**Sigh...*
* Past Ardilla let out a long and frustrated sigh —who knows why—as he began to speak anew.

"You. I'm speaking to you."

Me? I'm just narrating this.

"Yes! That's the problem. You think that just because you
did once visit the University Press Building at night, you can make up a whole story about it.

I wasn't making it up. You're there right now, in 2012. I can tell the story if I want. It's pretty cool. There were some machines and shrink wrap. Industrial-sized rolls of shrink wrap.

"The size of the shrink wrap rolls is irrelevant, and just because a story is true doesn't make it interesting."

Wrapping purloined automobiles in locally foraged off-brand Saran is interesting.

"Do you recall me purloining or packaging any cars here?"

Well, no.

"Okay, so why the stalling? Are you writing whatever words come to your head in the misplaced hope someone will dare you to concoct—how did you put it—'soda the carbonated flavor and consistency of macaroni and cheese?' "

Not really, but now that you mention it...

"Don't."

Wait, just hear me out. Now the Mac n' Cheeto has been invented—

"The people of the future didn't actually—Heaven have mercy."

—as I was saying, now those have been invented they need some company and this is the logical next step. Besides, I think I know how to make it.

"You're getting so excited considering whether you could you won't stop to consider if you should."

What? Oh... I see what you're getting at.  An excellent idea, Past Ardilla. When I make the Mac n' Soda, I'll be sure to add little dinosaur garnishes.

"Unbelievable. Look, have you forgotten you've got a question to answer? Have you forgotten our reader?"

No, I didn't forget our reader. I'm just bummed.

"About...?"

When this is done, they're going to leave.

"Well, yah, if they're even still here. I'd hardly blame them for leaving, I'd do it myself were I not stuck in 2012. So what's the sitch? Pray tell, we haven't got all night."

It's a little embarassing.

"Spare me your yapping, whelp. Have I taught you nothing?"

If I recall correctly, wasn't Summer 2012 the semester you managed to fail all—

"Don't make this about me. Spit it out."

Whatever, Past Ardilla. There's nothing you can do to stop me. I can take as long as I want.

"As long as you want? As long as you WANT?"  His patience worn thin, Past Ardilla's expression became one much like a toddler faced with the task of consuming an entire kiddie pool of chocolate pudding: furious determination."That's IT!" he said as he tossed his flashlight to the ground. Defying time, space, and at least three literary conventions (including a particularly bad Margaret Atwood Appreciation Society conference) he clambered through servers and systems. His resolve flagged momentarily as he fought off numerous offers to 'upgrade to Windows 10,' but at last he reached Summer 2016 where he suspected that sniveling Present Ardilla was almost certainly still lollygagging. Yes, there he was. The oaf had stopped writing answers altogether and was watching videos of well-dressed otters.

"YOU!" Past Ardilla shouted and—reaching from the screen—gripped Present Ardilla by the left nostril, who quickly emanated a pitiful screech.

Eiaigheeeeee! Let go! What do you want?

"Why are you making this answer drag on? Spit. It. Out." Present Ardilla looked miserable as he tried to break free of Past Ardilla's expert nostril-hold. Whimpering, he at last began to talk rapidly in mumbling, near incoherent sentences.

Okay, like Past Ardilla I'm sorry for taking so long it's just that this reader here seemed really cool and I thought it was so classy that they actually wanted to write someone a letter with a typewriter and I was a little sad and jealous I wasn't typewriter pen-pal buddies with this person and I think it would be cool to correspond with someone like that—

Past Ardilla interrupted him for a moment "Sorry bro, but I'm pretty darn sure this person has already specified they have someone they fancy to whom any and all sweet old-school correspondence is already destined."

right I get that but maybe if I like made this answer longer they'd for some inexplicable reason decide they'd also send me some cool correspondence let's ask them now hey reader guess what I have this great idea would you like to send me a

An untidy wad of crumpled-up paper unceremoniously shoved into his mouth abruptly muffled his words, for Past Ardilla had had enough. While he hardly doubted Present Ardilla's sincerity, he was sadly certain of his lunacy. And right now there was a reader who'd patiently been waiting more than 100 hours to get a response, and they were going to get it. "Legilimens!" he said firmly as he conducted a quick search of Present Ardilla's mind. It didn't take long to find the information, the only other info there being the beginnings of a petition suggesting otters be officially named the world's sharpest animal dressers. Just as he prepared to share the secret of the typewriter, Present Ardilla managed to spew out his paper gag.

Okay, okay, Past Ardilla, if someone's going to tell them it's going to be me.

"Finally."

Dear reader: The University Press Building on University Parkway (just south of the MTC) does in fact have a typewriter (with no rhythm problems) you can use in their Graphic Design department, which I'm told is easiest to access on the east side of the building. Room 218, I think. Once you find them, simply walk in and request politely at the front desk to use the typewriter they maintain in a back room for special projects. They said calling ahead to use it wasn't necessary since it isn't used a whole lot. I don't know if it's a manual or electric typewriter, but either should give you the look you want. I wish you well in your really classy-sounding romantic endeavors and further add that if for some reason things don't pan out and you'd prefer to correspond with someone else, perhaps even—

"The answer, man," growled Past Ardilla dangerously.

uh, orphans in Kyrgyzstan like you should totally go for it. As a side note, I've always fancied myself an orphan at heart from a former Soviet bloc country—

"Dude."

but anyways yeah good luck and stuff, that sounds like fun. 

"Much better,"

said Past Ardilla as he slowly relinquished his hold on the Present (and Present Ardilla's left nostril, fading back into a cute but mistaken assumption in 2012 that this was the semester Pas Ardilla would finally pass College Algebra.

"Wait, what?" 

Ha ha, what?

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Suerte,

--Past and Present Ardillas Feroz with a guest appearance by late-night delirium  


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Thursday, August 25, 2016
Posted on 08/25/2016 6:01 p.m. New Correction on: #87742 So, who'd Girl with a Curl end up going on a date with? And what did ...
Question #87730 posted on 08/25/2016 1:29 p.m.
Q:

Dear 100 Hour Board,

Why is it known as "stiffing" someone if you don't pay your part of the bill or whatnot? How'd it get started? When? You know the drill. :D

-Mumbo Jumbo

A:

Dear MJ and the Homecoming,

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...Let me Google that for you. First result, actually.

So good at the drill,

--Ardilla Feroz 


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Question #87678 posted on 08/25/2016 11:52 a.m.
Q:

Dear 100 Hour Board,

How much do haunted house actors typically get paid in UT? Particularly at large ones, like Nightmare on 13th?

-Scaredy Catt

A:

Dear Kitty Kitty Kitty,

I tried getting in contact with Nightmare on 13th, but unfortunately cannot get a response back from them.

I know that you're asking about Utah based haunters, but that information is proving difficult to find without an actual connection to that very niche community.  But according to The Oregonian:

  • U.S. median hourly wage: $9.05, or4 percent less than in Oregon.
  • U.S. average annual pay: $20,310, or 6 percent less than in Oregon.

So there's the U.S pay at the very least.  It is by no means a career move unless you've got money coming in elsewhere.  The pay will definitely depend on your experience, age, physical health (scaring is a pretty physically demanding job), and the popularity of the haunted house that employs you.  More visitors every day = higher demand for haunters = higher competitive pay.  Also, very few haunted houses actually operate year round; many only operate in September and October, another reason it is definitely not a solid career move.

Despite my disappointment in not hearing back from Nightmare on 13th,  I am still so stinking excited for haunted houses and Halloween.  Halloween decorating starts in August in the Ludgate/Dwyer household, and costumes are planned on November 1st.

-April Ludgate


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Posted on 08/25/2016 11:31 a.m. New Correction on: #87735 Do BYU departments have funding for helping students pay for membership dues for professional organizations? The ...