The Last Word
For those former members of PF, you will recall one of the most important discussions we had was a thread I started where there was a competition for who could be the last poster on that thread. Every time someone declared themselves a winner, they were until the next person added something.
So here's the issue. Can someone go over there and find that thread and see who won now that PF is belly up?
I'm going to make a poll about this:
So here's the issue. Can someone go over there and find that thread and see who won now that PF is belly up?
I'm going to make a poll about this:
Comments (1683)
It's Tiff
This thread will be about Mr. Turtlehead and Mongrel's prose poetry.
Have I been here before? :-}
I knew it was me before Emptyheady showed the evidence. Now, Hanover, it is time to pay up unless you go with "alternate facts" about your stinkin, molting birds making it to the Super Bowl.
Hands are alternative feet, presumably. Or alternative balls?
Discuss.
I would like to see what you think a map of the world will look like in 3.5 years. Draw it and I WANT COLOR!!! 8-)
Who needs probability when you can disguise yourself as a woman? How do you think I survived the Titanic, against all odds? It was such a good disguise, in fact, that not only did they fail to realise that I was a man disguised as a women, but they failed to realise that I was an owl disguised as a man disguised as a woman.
I would like a picture of the look on Tiff's face when the realisation dawns on her that she has lost, and I have won.
I would also like a go on your wife at a discounted price, if that can be arranged.
Thanks in advance, Gerald.
In Canada red is Liberal.
Yes. It will be from each according to his ability, to each according to his needs. And we'll all be wearing clogs.
I heard the devil was planning on drowning the Dutch.
This is NOT something I want you to draw! Instead, let us start the game over! :D
My Mother In Law, NicK and I have agreed to transform our 2.5 car garage into a studio apartment for her. This is the SECOND time we have gone "Ring around the Rosey" about this long term solution. So today I have to call back the contactors that I called off a year ago, obtain quotes which will likely be higher than last year and I think I am going to need a LOT more coffee...
Could it be the last word in a book? If so, are there any specific types of books?
Could it be the last posted word before a post is set to lock? if so, when would it be locked?
Could it be the last word uttered by the last specimen of humanity? Err sorry, that one wouldn't count because no one would ever hear it.
Let gets some rule to the game folks and then find ways to bend and break them.
a. The poster of the last word wins.
b. A poster is anything that posts, unless that thing is something else.
c. "Something else" is defined by the last word.
d. "Last" is defined by the person immediately prior to the person who wins, lest the winner and the immediate preceeding poster are the same, in which case the Assembly of 13 shall convene on the 13th of April in the year following the winner being declared,and they shall so decide in retrospect.
e. The Assembly of 13 shall be shrouded in mystery for eternity and should its shroud of nebulousness be clarified in any regard, you shall surely die.
f. "Word" shall be defined as any arrangement of alphanumeric characters other than "put" and "done.
g. The game shall formally begin the yesterday following the 3rd day preceding the crowning of the victor minus 13 lest same falls on a Sunday, in which case there shall be no game, but instead the day will be a day of fasting and contemplation.
Questions or concerns?
WTF.
Me things u done put a spanner in de workz.
Mental gymnastics that leaves me spinning and wondering why the fuck am I the one that is so worried about her having a plan? Oh yeah because NicK and I have been happily married for 23 years/living together for 27 years and as I expressed to him, she cannot move into the house when the kids move out because it is either her or me, I just cannot do it. He said "Then she better formulate a plan."
Round and round and round we go, where we stop I SHOULD KNOW!
I'm hungry. I should've gone shopping or ordered a takeaway earlier when I had the chance. :(
(First World Problem?)
Ah ha! I found the solution: midnight beans on toast. With those little sausages.
That, my friend, is the way you write a last word.
I guess the whole point of a debate is to see who can outshine and outlast their opponent(s ideas) while accurately addressing the subject matter and adhering to the constraints of logic and reason. It's generally easier to do when you have the truth on your side, and much more taxing when your position is actually inferior (assuming both parties are reasonable). But every once in awhile you come up against a clown so adept at performing mental back-flips that there can never be new development or actual end to the cartoonishly flat dialogue they inevitably render.
Oops, you gotta have a do-over. Has your America any up-beat rituals?
Enjoy your gruel, Workhouse.
No, you may not have more.
How are you Sir? I trust life is treating you well?
Been busy this year, busier than any I can remember.
But all is well, except for the political situation down here. Things are getting a bit messy because this is the election year and everyone is going to start throwing shit soon.
I have spent so much time in front of the computer at work that I don't even want to turn mine on when I get home.
Things should be slowing down a bit so I might get a chance to stick my nose in here more often.
Just got to keep on smiling. Damn it, where do they hide the clown smilie?
Check down the drain.
I ASKED ABOUT A CLOWN SMILIE!!!!!!!!
Not a smiley clown. :s
Princess Kahlua growing as she naps. (L)
Nope, I just had to answer your question. :D
Not been around for a while, going to try and catch up a bit next week during our mid year vacation. Two weeks with no screaming kids, sounds like heaven.
Where is this Heaven you speak of Sir?
Fix my house, any helpers will get free room and board, all the beer they can drink and be allowed to take a siesta after lunch. X-)
Check out the volunteering web-page My_Little_Heaven.com for details on how to get here.(Just kidding)
You have the coordinates Tiff, chug along over and visit.
Could you leave the porch light on for me?
My dog could beat your dog any day... at sleeping that is. :D Lazy, loyal bastard that I love to death.
Elliot is a handsome boy!
however
Rotties Rock 8-)
Rottweilers can be aggressive, almost scary, probably because they are physically too powerful. Basset Hounds sleep for 20 hours a day! But my favourite breed are Border Collies though, but I don't have a large enough backyard for them. :’(
I also had a Shetland Sheepdog, which is basically a miniature collie. He was a pretty good dog, but he was pretty timid and would pull on the curtains when it thundered.
I've had a few other dogs as well. My favorite dog is my cat, which, technically speaking, isn't actually a dog. She's really nice until she's not. You can sort of tell when she's tired of being petted, but not always, so you can expect a scratch every now and then. I like that about her. She takes no shit.
I want to get a boxer and name him Cassius after Mohammad Ali. I think the name would be cooler than actually having the dog, so I've held off for a bit.
Yeah, good chat.
I like Dogs and everything, but even cats want more of my attention than I'm usually willing to give them. When I talk to someone for too long, but cat will start attacking them. I think that they feel there to be an unfair distribution of my attention... but there's plenty of me to go around.
But not me, so not everyone.
You can get a boxer without getting a dog.
That would make you the boxer.
There are 3 possibilities:
(1) You are not part of everyone
(2) My dog did in fact bite you
(3) My statement was incorrect
There is therefore a 67% (2/3) chance that my statement was correct. That's how it works.
Does it always have to come down to numbers?
Nothing to see here. 8-)
It's been tried but there are a few folks that have been playing this game with Hanover for over a decade so it can be tried but not likely to succeed.
Speaking of succession: I have it noted in my living will that a representative of me will continue posting on this one thread, long after I have gone to the after 'thinkers' sandbox.
Face it, I win and that is the last word.
As they say, keep your friends close. Keep your enemies closer. I always win in the end.
Besides, it is school holidays so I will be getting paid to do no work and I am heading out to Hawaii in a few weeks so I don't want to spend money. I have a'plenty of time on my hands to ensure Hanover gives up to the sheer power of me.
The Catcher in the Rye
On a side note, was that a picture of your dinner or your cats? Just checking.
A woman, by the way.
I have long sought the company of a man of true philosophical brilliance, the one who has all the answers and as I await collection for a late night sesh at the movies, ponder why I feel like I spend most of my time in the company of people I merely tolerate when it could be spent with you.
That was quite literally the best response ever. ;)
:-O (L)
Sometimes smooth jazz makes the world right. Why argue?
What about Chinese delivery?
/?zl?t?/
noun (pl) -tys, -ty
1.
the standard monetary unit of Poland, divided into 100 grassy
Last word in the dictionary.
Hard to say anything to that.
Are me and @Heister Eggcart invited to the wedding? :P
But I will want some cake...
7
What kind of cake? Carrot Cake with Cream Cheese frosting? And I am a sucker for fairy lights. I do hire myself to be a Rottie on lead for the bride but I doubt you will be in need of that. ;)
No, there is no subscribing to a thread in these forums and why not? Because as I said before "There is nothing to see here." 8-)
I thought it was 8? Like 8" :P
Sorry, I have bad memory.
Aww that's okay, I can remind you....
what was it you needed to be reminded of? :-}
Sounds like a plan; NYC or Australia? What kind of cake tho?
Maybe. I know it isn't 9, because 789.
I like everything simple and homely, but carrot cake is just not good enough. Perhaps a Cartesian Apple Cake?
Quoting Noble Dust
Australia, for sure. We have backyards, you see.
That would be a logical conclusion but then again there is 007. So maybe it is seven?
True. They exist here though, but they're kind of the holy grail.
Do you think I'm a creep? :’(
>:O >:O >:O
Quoting Heister Eggcart
>:)
Dear lord, do you have any response these days other than your choice emojis? :-} O:)
Oh lighten up, it was a joke! Apparently my emoji's didn't properly express my feeling, as per usual. Try this: :-} >:O
Two of your favs!
X-) X-) >:)
:B :B :B :B :B
Your saying that because you are a Banana!
Fear the fork! >:)
*gasp* How did they find out?
Mmmmmm Smoothies!
There still plenty in the refrigerator. X-)
Any post posted must be the last post posted, meaning every post posted qualifies until the next post posted disqualifies it.
If you are familiar with the soccer 2 yellow card equals 1 red card system, this is nothing like that.
I've played soccer for more than 20 years. I gave it up for Brazilian Jiu Jitsu and Muay Thai kickboxing, but now I do all three!
:D last post infinity. I claim ye for all eternity!
I just lost the game
Sorry buddy, but Madonna will win. I mean Hanover. His desperate antics to excite interest in this thread to try and hide his shame that it fared rather poorly with the audience forces him to regularly post in it.
I'm familiar with that. They have that in football.
Feel
Nobody feels anything,
Numbed by need
And greed
And thought.
Wanting,
Consuming,
Filling a hole
That has no end.
Hurting,
Self-destructing,
Seeking things
That have no life.
Who’s to blame?
Accuse not
Your enemies.
Blinded by a
World of madness,
They never had a chance.
Who’s to blame?
Condemn not yourself.
What hope
Did you have
With a mere
Five senses?
Stop the blame.
Strip away the me,
Strip away the you,
And touch and see
The love and good
Inside us all.
Blind the mind’s I,
And start seeing.
Kill the ego,
And start Being.
Nobody feels everything!
Blame Hanover
Nobody feels anything,
Except hatred
And anger
And wrath.
Booming,
Fuming,
That a-hole
That rear end.
Hurt him,
Destroy him,
Seeking to harm
To ruin his life.
Who’s to blame?
Hanover
Accuse him
Your enemy.
Blind him
Drive him to madness,
Don't give him a chance.
Who’s to blame?
Hanover
Condemn him, not yourself.
What hope
Did you have
With a mere
Five potatoes?
Start the blame.
Blame Hanover.
Strip away his clothes,
Strip away his dignity,
Poke him with a stick.
The love and goodness
Inside us all
Vanishes
Break his mind,
And start rejoicing.
Kill his ego,
And no remorsing.
Nobody feels anything!
Except hatred
For Hanover
I think everyone will be doing the same, on and on for all eternity.
Let's see if you can 'Hanover' this one...
Medusa
Damn you Medusa!
You've turned me to stone again.
I'm trying to run away,
But my feet won't move.
Damn you Medusa!
You've turned me to stone again.
My brain is dark and dense,
And I can't find a reason to leave.
Damn you Medusa!
You've turned me to stone again.
A hulking mass in the pit of my stomach,
Too heavy and large to vomit.
Damn you Medusa!
You've turned me to stone again.
My heart has turned cold and dark,
Never able to love another.
Damn you Medusa!
You've turned me to stone again.
This lava-filled rock in my jeans,
That's ready to blow apart.
But look!
I spit in your face,
And you've turned me back to flesh!
Cold drink in hand, horses are fed and I am fresh out of the pool and will sleep as soon as the sunsets. The Coyotes are singing and the rain is on the horizon. Maybe that is the reason for the early hunt. Could this wicked summer actually end?
Both, probably at the same time. X-)
I believe I could live with that (Y)
If @Reformed Nihilist is right, I may have found a couple more pieces of the puzzle of achieving lasting peace of mind... :)
You are very fortunate to have found Reformed Nihilist as he is a legend here amongst those of us who walk in the shadow of his knowledge and craftsmanship of pairing random thoughts into understanding through reflection. Amazing 'thinker' to know! There are a few more gems of 'thinkers' you will find here so keep your mind open and your thoughts flowing.
In the midst of my battle with depression, I experienced a period of about a year and a half where I felt pretty much untouchable. During this time, I was very creative, and highly motivated to help others. I formed a Facebook group, to try and help others who might be suffering mentally. I think a lot of it is still quite applicable to most people, whether in the depths of depression, or just feeling like they could be happier.
If anyone feels like checking it out, here is the link:
https://www.facebook.com/groups/176361555857264/
@Reformed Nihilist Your above statements provided some support for the ways I've started to think over the past few months. As you know, it can be quite comforting to encounter like-minded individuals. Until joining this forum, though I knew my thoughts and feelings were not unique, I still felt very alone in my ways of thinking. In my immediate vicinity, there is not a ready supply of people who understand and want to talk about philosophy as it relates to mental health.
Also, it's encouraging to know that someone else has had similar experiences, and has come out the other end feeling quite at peace.
I would say that I have personally avoided medication, but my partner takes medication for a mood disorder, and it's a life changer. I guess I'm saying that in some cases it's worth not taking that off the table. I think that a person needs to use judgement, and talk to a doctor to figure that out.
Yeah, I find medication is useful for getting someone to a place where they can start to work on the things that may have caused the depression in the first place, or where they feel motivated to do the things that help you be healthier mentally and physically.
I've been on and off of various meds (and have gone through electro-convulsive therapy). Some worked for a while, others not so well. I am currently on a mix of meds that brought me back from my last visit to hell. I also get rTMS treatments (repetitive trans-cranial magnetic stimulation) on a monthly basis. Though I feel as if I've dealt with the major issues that contributed to my experience of depression, I'm reluctant to remove the meds and stop the rTMS, just in case depression can occur in the absence of any mental/emotional causative factors. I tend to believe that most cases of depression have mental/emotional root causes, and that some people's brains are more susceptible to the damage they can do. Also, I wonder if some of the damage to the brain becomes permanent, like smoking does to the lungs, and requires ongoing medical treatment of one form or another.
It would be hard to find anything meaningful on this thread.
ee @Sir2u? We all win again! I'm beginning to think that's the point of this thread - so we can all feel like winners... X-)
Actually I think someone started the thread as a survey to find out how much free time we have to waste on philosophy forums.
No way! Forty-three was what I named my first child, right before I threw it off a cliff.
I only find it troubling that you refer to your murdered child as an it.
I only find it troubling that you refer to your murdered child as an it.
I think that giving kids numbers is even weirder, especially when you reach that high a number.
Warm smell of Colitas rises up through the air
You found out where I got my "Tiff" from. 8-)
THE END
Wait Sir! What happened to the "Happily ever after" before THE END of the book? :s
I would propose we vote to overturn the ex post facto rule, but that would leave us first having to vote whether we could vote and that would violate the ex post facto rule prior to it being overturned, if that's what we were planning to do.
Carry on.
Cheap tricks to get in the last word, shame on you all. X-)
And who says anyone would actually vote against my post being the last, either back up your words with concrete evidence or withdraw your claims.
The alternative played out at the old PF, where we had a similar thread where nothing was being said all the way to the moment when literally nothing was said anymore.
I met this very lovely man at a bar in Honduras. His charisma and ease of talking made him a catch by any standards. He claimed he was a teacher and I was a student, so it was he that I learned my best "cheap tricks" from 8-)
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way~
Do you do Karaoke Hanover? I did it once and hated my voice over a cheap bar microphone and I was the only one sober. The sad thing is that I can actually sing, like all through school taking first place in state competition with the song https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lcOxhH8N3Bo because my best friend played piano and was a master at it and Bonnie's voice is one of the few alto female voices until you enter the realm of The Blues.
Amazing song
Her name's fifty-two, which also happens to be the exact number of times I intend to repeat this joke.
Oh come on lady please, you are going to get me a bad reputation. >:)
But would anyone vote for your last words?
This is even weirder!
Nah, threads of character not a bad reputation. (Y)
Am I the only one who read this response quickly enough to misinterpret it?
I really should be in church.
You're definitely one of the top 10 moderators!
There are only 4.
Hey, I'm not complaining. In fact I am still laughing about them.
You know, 4 was the name of my first child. My other first child, that is. My first first child wasn't too pleased about my other first child. They never got on and were always at each others throats. I would always have to intervene and play the role of mediator.
They eventually managed to resolve their differences shortly before I threw them off a cliff.
Fortunately, Hanover was there to catch them.
Unfortunately, he just stood there and stared absentmindedly as their little bodies came crashing down onto the jagged rocks below.
Perhaps he was thinking of what his next sexual innuendo could be, perhaps he was distracted by the noise of the seagulls. I guess we'll never know, but it was the latter. It was almost as if they were laughing at him. No, not laughter, more like jeering. Jeering with their big fucking birdy beaks, all orange and fucky.
As it happens, orange and fucky was the name of my first wife, but that's for another time.
Would it not have been easier just to say that you had twins?
As it happens, orange and fucky was the name of my first wife, but that's for another time.
Oh no, please tell us now, so that we can get it over and done with and get on with life again.
No, I didn't have twins, I had two offspring produced by the same pregnancy.
Quoting Sir2u
I'll tell you one by one if you form an orderly queue on the cliff edge.
Which is more evidence that everything is goat.
Yup. Bet Banno is happy about that.
The saying is " A picture is worth a thousand words"
So that's three thousand tries at the last word. :D X-) :-} I think.
There are some cars that have a rounded truck. I'll show you:
Now, you might say "why come it's round like dat," assuming you talk like a hip 5 year old.
The answer is cuz in days of yore, all the old cars had tires attached to the back like so:
Now you see it sometimes on SUVs and Jeeps, but on normal cars, they just mimic what used to be there, sort of to remind you how things once were. There might be a day when people make new cars with round trucks and no one will know why. It will be lost to time.
Alright, so what does this have to do with emojis you ask? Well, I daresay that one day, likely soon, people will no longer talk to each other and make actual expressions, but everyone will just have blank faces. We'll send emojis back and forth to each other and we won't know why anymore.
I predict this will happen by Wednesday, maybe Thursday morning.
Thank you for following me on this . It was important.
I seem to have a problem with the quote function, some days it works and some it does not. Today it is fine but tomorrow who knows. :s
But you would be giving the wrong answer.
http://www.affordableclassicsinc.com/ClassicsPgs/1979_%20LINCOLN_%20MARK_%20V.htm
American English is the historical equivalent of trying to sound like a hip 5 year old.
I don't have a trunk. I'm not an elephant or a tree.
He has not raised any kids, he just gets them old enough to throw off cliffs.
Where did he say the cliffs were high, and what were the smoking?
I don't know about that. To establish that I'll first have to conduct a few tests. Meet me at the stairs. Bring your children.
(Too far? >:O )
And afterwards, we can meet my friend Stairs and push him off a cliff.
The rumours are true. He has his eyes focused on recovery, but he's taking it step by step.
Although when push comes to shove, he doesn't really have a firm footing, and might fall off the wagon at any moment. Especially since I pushed the wagon to the edge of a cliff.
Only if you are lying dead at the bottom of it would it matter.
Can't Quite think of anything worthy of being a reply to that. Maybe I'll try tomorrow.
Bloody weird people talking to dead kids, what the hell is the world coming to?
So you think that this might be it?
If you did not participate in the old thread you do not understand how this works. Some people wait months for everyone to forget about it, then they sneak in at midnight to post and hope that no one will notice.
Even if a cliff is high by definition, he didn't say he threw him off the highest part of the cliff. Like once I fell off a 1000 foot ladder, but thankfully I was on the first rung.
Where the hell did you find that? And how did you set it up?
So the question becomes
Where the hell did you find that many Legos?
Doing so might put your computer at risk of being infested by the super virus that disables the FAT on your hard drive and starts an infinity loop of high processing stresses on the CPU so that it burns out within seconds.
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Sir! Don't give away my secrets!
ME!!!!
I am a closed tomb, never a peep will people hear from me.
I was not referring to your waist line, but a part of the hard disk on the computer. It's a technical term so don't worry about trying to understand it.
FAT File Allocation Table
It is something like an index that tells the computer where to find the files, the physical location of it on the disk. And you are right, the file does not get removed it only has its name changed to $.
It's been tried and napes it doesn't work.
Why is the board called a "Mother Board"?
Probably because Father Board sounds bloody stupid.
There is something special about a Mother?
{looking for a bit of appreciation for all the things the Mother does, noticed and unnoticed.}
Of course there is. Never tried it myself but I have heard all the wonderful things that they say about motherhood.
Oh you must try cohabiting a body for 10 Lunar months, it's a kick and the ending...WOW...who would have thought such a pain level exists, legally, with the Geneva Convention in place.
I thought it was bleach?
The rectangular key board is the Father Board, ejaculating text from the Mind of God into the Ever Virgin Mother Board. The mouse represents spermatozoa probably? OR, maybe the printer is the uterus -- churning out useless offspring like rabbits.
Paper copies are a crime against trees.
Yee gads, I don't even want to think about what a microphone would be in your universe.
No one ever looses the loving feeling, they just misplace it sometimes. Unless that is, the person is a complete and utter bloody idiot.
What place are you referring to?
No, that's OK I figured it out.
Shit did I miss something, like the memo about 3 day weekends! My weekends are only 2 days, if I am lucky. And I usually have work I brought home.
Holidays. That's why I like my job.
6 weeks for Christmas
1 week for Easter
2 weeks mid-year
8 days Civic holidays
Because the rest of the year is close to slave labor with 400 kids shouting at you.
May the gods and Murphy forbid such a thing. (please read with a thick Scottish accent)
I don't any of the little bleeders every got to school, him being so bloody busy chucking them of cliffs and so on.
Who is Murphy?
The Murphy that has laws named after him.
Murphy's Law, the governing rule of the universe.
Oh THAT Murphy!
Have you ever heard of Ferguson?
The one that ran the football team?
It's Friday!
Next week is carnival week here.
I have 6 6packs of cheap beer in the fridge. Not much else though.
I'll try to think of something else and get back to you in a bit.
I had a couple of quick looks at it, but I figured that I had too much to say about the topic.
I only have hangovers if I drink the local brews, so I just buy cheap imported stuff. Costs about 50 cent US instead of $1 for the local stuff.
And by the way, stop sending your rain over here. It was a nice 90F until you started complaining about the weather. X-)
Heard that you got rid of your sheriff (If I remember correctly it was your sheriff).
Must have been a tough spot for you. ;)
Who shot the sheriff?
ssu, you are soo correct! Can I get a Woo Hooo?!?!?!?! (Y)
Fruits and vegetables maybe? Some cheese? Bread?
Yeah we got some of them too, did you think I only drank beer? it was the day before shopping day.
Well at least we still had some the cheese.
Nothing better than supping beer with lumps of cheese to munch. The vegetables go in the stew that is also great to eat with a beer or two. The fruit gets juiced and are always good for mixing drinks. Oh yeah, bread. Toasted bread with sardines is fantastic with beer. :D
Is that some sort of sick joke? Sardines are fine either straight from the can or in spaghetti sauce on pasta; I can't quite imagine them on toast. Maybe you could season the sardines with some of that yeast spread. What's it called?
That's what I like to do. Dunno why.
So Caskev, be at ease with yourself and your genuine soul will shine through and know that you are not alone (by any means) when it comes to dealing with depression.
Sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your name.... 8-)
Don't knock it till you try it. But you have to get the sardines with chili hot sauce.
Quoting Bitter Crank
Beer, it's called beer. :-}
I thought that I was the only one with a dirty mind. >:)
We used to have 'like' buttons. They were voted out. I voted to keep them, but now I think it's better without them.
Quoting CasKev
I ain't fallin' for that one.
Unfortunately, good posts get ignored. Fortunately, bad posts also get ignored.
There is a thing you can do that might help: Quote somebody in your post (using the quote tool) or reply to somebody using the reply tool. Obviously the quote or the reply should be relevant to your excellent post. Learned philosophers tend to more frequently read and respond to other learned philosopher's posts when they themselves are mentioned in the post.
If that doesn't work, remember that life is just a living nightmare most of the time, so it is quite consistent with reality that one's pearls should be trampled by swine.
Ah well, I guess I'll just have to bask in the silence.
That's how the original thread in the old place got started.
Is that your reason for posting here? Most of us do it for fun. :D
Do you think that the people that liked you understood what you said, or they liked you because you said something that they were to dumb to think of.
Lol! Exactly. Some more button possibilities: "WTFudge?", "Tl;DR", "Pure Genius!", "Could you dumb it down a shade, please?", "meh... ", "Thems fightin' words! (if I could ever translate it into plain English, that is)", "What-eva!", "Inspirational! Want that engraved on my tombstone!"
Probably not possible, but it might be interesting to use the emojis/ smilies as a vote feedback at the end of posts. Example:
(Y) 7 . :-O 5. (N) 4. X-) 3. :P 2.
:D 13 (Y) 19
Hahaha!
:D 8 >:) 2
Hee hee! Though odds are i would eventually get the a rating of:
:-d 99. (N) 81. :-} 36.
Or that a particular approach might be barking up the wrong tree. (There might be an upside to some small anonymous feedback.) But then again... there's that very slim chance that I'm right and 135 other philosophy devotees are wrong. It could happen! It is such a burden sometimes to be slightly ahead of the rest of humanity. Oh, the pain... the pain of it all! :D
It is soooo tempting to push them. (N) (Y) (N) (Y)
Ahhh... it might be fun though! Give feedback without starting a riot. Since we can't have 9 different fonts and 17 text colors... X-) (Of course it won't happen because of the forum format software thingy even if all the moderators suffered simultaneous concussions and agreed to it!)
This is hardly the "Last Word" but it is my favorite poem of all time:
an excerpt from
"The Prophet" by Kahlil Gibran
And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said,
"Speak to us of Children".
And he said:
Your children are not your children,
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but are not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and
He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
So he loves also the bow that is stable.
It would make a very fitting end to this thread.
I think I messed that up didn't I.
Take the bloody thing over to the Shoutbox, they are talking about fat cats licking their balls over there.
Nah, Sir, you didn't mess it up, you just confirmed for me that you actually read what I posted and THAT will never be "messed up". (L)
Wait, aren't you an attorney? Did they not have a "Mediation" class in Law school?
Yeah, but they didn't teach me how to negotiate with cats. I'm talking literal cats here, so keep your mind out of the gutter.
Maybe after my second cup of Joe
Bloody useless degree if they didn't give cat language classes. :D
Or if they make you get your mind out of the gutter O:)
Just let my love throw a spark and have a little faith in me....
Two questions: (1) is anyone here crow cawing Keith?, and (2) if you're not, and we can't find him, can you write about him on your milk carton to help me find him? I really need to find him. He has my keys and I can't get home.
I would start with Rich and Transcended Realms. Though not as nasty as Thanatos Harris, neither one of them likes having their ideas challenged, and it often results in incessant cawing and stick throwing.
Ok, I have just one little question.
If you were training them to play soccer, I presume that you were on a soccer field.
If you were on a soccer field, where the hell did the little brat get the small sticks from?
That's where the sticks came from.
Duh.
Hey OK, I only asked. Don't get your knickers in a twist.
Yeah, he is tricky like that isn't he.
But what is not shall not be.
This quote is on page 19 according to my counter?
So I had better call myself the winner and the rest of you can just piss of and play around in another thread.
Up.
It had a high thread count! :D
I'm PMSing, empty nesting, playing Nurse to a sick husband and my Mother in Law is due back in September. Are you REALLY going to risk denying me chocolate?
OK, now I think I am going to vote for the thumb down button.
Hey lady, calm down. Eat a Snickers, they say they are good for removing grouchiness, relieving dramatic seizures and a whole bunch of other things.
Better yet, have 2. Hanover will pay for them.
I did and also ordered a container of Häagen-Dazs to make White Russians with instead of the cream. 8-)
I'm British and I think that the whole soccer/football thing is a crock of shit.
22 full grown men running around a pieces of grass trying to kick a poor little ball to death. And when they actually manage to put the bloody thing in the box at the end of the field all those sweaty bodies start hugin and kissin each other and touchin each others arses.
No thanks.
I'll be there in a while to help you give it a warm welcome when it arrives. X-)
I Absolutely agree with you ~
Cheers!
Your nursery rhymes and song tidbits will not claim the Last Word - I will make sure of it!
Gotcha covered on that,
;)
Are you watching the wrath of Mother Nature? Hurricanes are her Fast balls, sometimes a curve ball but rarely a bunt. God throws Squirrels down from the trees for the dogs while Mother Nature destroys anything in her path. Why people curse or Thank God, while Mother Nature gets away scotch free, still puzzles me.
Oh yeah, she is the queen and she knows it. Don't no one screw around with her and expect to win.
I was shitting myself when Harvey passed here, some of these recent hurricanes have been known to turn south. That would have been another disaster for us.
I was worried about you and yours and am glad to hear you are doing well.
As far as Mother Nature being Queen, that would make me her Princess. O:) <<
Talking about weather forecasting and me saying that some hurricanes are starting to go south.
Check out the track on this one.
https://www.wunderground.com/hurricane/atlantic/2017/hurricane-jose
A kid'll eat ivy too; wouldn't you?
Sorry I missed this before. And now: "Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillarah and..."
It's interesting how great events, like the Big One and the Great Depression, seem to inspire memorable songs, some funny and some sad. I remember my parents, who lived through both, singing Mairzy Doats and The Hut-Sut song. From the Great Depression, you had Pennies from Heaven and Buddy, Can You Spare a Dime?, which for me evoke real pathos.
There is no way giving this kind of advise is going to get you the last word. :-|
I am so glad you responded Ciceronianus because it is this time of year that I miss my hometown. I can hear my Granny singing the Mares Eat Oats song that was usually followed by Edelweiss. My Granny was convinced of my singing potential and she was right which made her day because My Mom couldn't carry a tune to save her life. (L) Another song was apparently a drinking song but My Mom and I sang it while laying on either side of my Grampa, rocking, until he took his last breath. We must have sung the one line we knew a million times that night (L) The song lyric was "Show me the way to go home, I'm tired and I want to go to bed. I had a little drink about an hour ago and it went straight to my head..."
I found "philosophy" to be too shallow. I mean actual philosophy would be vast and deep, but their are so few actual philosophers left, and they are not the ones musing about the meaning of life.
(L) Ciceronianus, you will always hold a special place in my heart, for it feels like you have known the links, to the meaning of so much of my life that I took for granted. (L)
I have a mind that attaches itself to odds and ends, including the poetry that can be encountered in popular songs, especially those composed in hard times, and like to remind myself now and then that they're not far away, that my parents stuffed newspapers in their shoes because of the holes in their soles, and could not afford new ones; but also to remind myself that somehow the lives of those that came before were vital and interesting nonetheless, more interesting I think than mine is, that I had a grandfather who was a prizefighter for a time and a conductor on the Chicago L and is now buried with my grandmother in Mount Carmel Cemetery not far from the graves of Al Capone and Frank Nitti, that my other grandparents were in Vaudeville. How does my life, that of a mere lawyer, compare with theirs?
Another song of the 1920s, "Ain't We Got Fun" contains the memorable lines: "There's nothing surer, the rich get richer and the poor get...children [or "poorer" in other versions]; in the meantime, in between time, ain't we got fun?" That world isn't far away at all, is it?
Queen of Heaven cemetery is where most of my family is in the Mausoleum.
I know Mount Carmel Cemetery well as my Granny who lived in Berwyn was a devote Catholic and I remember seeing her dressed in this beautiful black skirt suit, all her curls in place, loading me and my brother up in the Teal Caprice Classic and drove to Mount Carmel Cemetery as we had so many times before but she was never dressed in black. When we got there, there was a HUGE building draped in swags of black and we stopped, walked to the building and prayed. She had taken us to honor the passing of Cardinal Joseph Louis Bernardin. The Cardinal was waked in the Holy Name Cathedral which is where my sister chose to be married. For me? It was Creekside in Oak Creek Canyon which might just be where I ask my ashes to be spread but for her, much like many back home, it was all about the Pomp and circumstance.
You make me smile when you speak of the newspaper in your parents shoes because in comparison, I lived the life of luxury as I got to use the plastic bread bags, three layers thick in my boots to keep my feet dry in the Chicago snow. There is some genuine gratification in knowing that you can make it with less material things and still be happy, if not happier than if you always got what you needed.
I hope the songs live on. I am doing my part and you are doing yours and that is the best if not the only! 8-)
I remember the long hot Georgia summers where you never wore shoes and you wandered off into the woods to the creek and looked for elusive crawdads, coming home for supper ("dinner" was the big meal mid day on Sunday) only when the street lights came on. Lightening bugs never lost their entertainment value. You wore Tough Skins from Sears Roebuck all with orange knees from the red Georgia clay.
The best spot at Grandmama's house (which was even farther south) was next to the blowing AC window unit. If the heat didn't keep you awake at night, the clatter of the crickets would.
Every man was a sir and every woman a m'am, no matter their standing. You stood for the national anthem, you bowed your head for the prayer, and closed your eyes as tight as you could. You never told on anyone, and you hit back hard. Dads told you to be honest and work hard and moms always reminded you to "be sweet," because you often weren't.
As I get older I convince myself my memories are all real. I think some really are. I suppose every generation laments the loss of their world.
It seems fitting these posts are found in the Last Word thread.
I remembered my first days in New Orleans, late '65 when they played "Desolation Row" by Bob Dylan.
I was an almost 12 year old from England that had only ever seen a few people with dark skin, and most of them were Indians or Pakistanis. Lots of things came as a shock to me and in my ignorance / innocence I made some mistakes. Looking back, some were funny others not so.
There was a sign on a laundromat door "whites only". "Mom, we cannot wash my trousers here"
There was a separated coffee bar for colored people in the supermarket. "Why can't I have a coke?"
I stood up to let a lady sit down on a bus and she got scared and moved away from me. She was black.
Lots of people have already done that, but most of them had something to say that people wanted to listen to. Like Hitler or Martin Luther.
http://forums.philosophyforums.com/10/12/
Page 12 and although you can no longer access the content of the thread, you can see who created the thread and the forum member who got the LAST word on that thread that was reborn here. 8-)
Cheers to the good times~ (L)
Cheers to those we are fortunate enough to have around us now~ 8-)
Got a couple of 6 packs of cheap Portuguese beer that tastes good, so the first one will be dedicated to all of those friends come and gone and those still here. The rest of them will probably be dedicated to them as well unless I think of some one or thing to toast.
Cheers for many years to come my friend~
It's good for us all to still be together, amazing friends~ (L)
Damn right we will. (Y)
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
my whole existence is flawed"
9 Inch Nails
"We pay a high price for our freedom, sometimes we pay with our lives"
My Uncle served 7 tours of duty in the 33 years he was in the Army and I have heard him say that many times. He also said "No matter what others will tell you, never forget American's will always fight for Liberty."
Sir, I wonder sometimes if my children will ever understand what those before us fought and died for.
Probably not, unless they make a chat group about it.
I have to be honest, I don't understand it all myself.
I know my dad served in the British merchant navy during the war. I know that he was in several conveys that were attacked. I know that they were all fighting to rid the world of a monstrous plague called the nazis. I still remember when I was six, asking why there were houses missing along some roads and being told that a bomb had hit it. I remember my grand mother telling us that the garden shed used to be the place they slept at night and even then I could see the fear she felt when she talked about it.
There were plenty of veterans around then, young old men that lived in mangled bodies, I saw a few more of them as a teenager while Vietnam was churning out death.
But I never lived any of the war. The suffering was second hand.
The US is still young, and the pleasures of freedom are still fresh in the air. England Is old, they people have forgotten the fights for freedom that happened years or centuries ago.
I talked to an old man that had fought in both wars. He told me that not even those that went to war really understood what they were fighting for. Even when they were told that they were fighting for own freedom a lot of them did not know why they fought for something that they already had.
Sometimes you truly do not understand the value of something you have until it's gone.
You have probably heard these words before but I post them in case you haven't and the reason is simply because they came to me as I was pondering on some of the thoughts expressed here at TPF .
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
by Dylan Thomas
Evil will never dim our country's light of goodness and of her people who are Thankful to be able to call her home.
That is what I tried to explain, that the English have nothing to loose with any more controls because they never had the freedoms to begin with.
Quoting ArguingWAristotleTiff
And it never should.
Not recently, the stupid mutt does want to get her lazy ass up off the porch.
No man, she is downdog, she doesn't even want to play.
I am not sure if you have had experience with Bully Sticks but I have and though the dogs love them, they stink something fierce. Bully Sticks are Bull Penis inner shank. They come in all sizes too. So next time you are at the Veterinarian, ask and see how they feel.about a box of cute rawhile bones, half of which puppy will gag on only.for you to fish it out of puppy's mouth or a box of Bull Penis that you likely will never have to fish out of puppy's mouth because puppy will know how to swallow.
HaHaHa. No one fell for it. As Tiff points out there is no way people around here are going to answer if you don't give them a cue. (not clue)
I would be willing to bet that almost everyone that read your post googled it, and the rest thought you were talking shit so they ignored you.
Back to the drawing boards old man. :D
And my dog is not really lazy, she is hyper active.
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No, I for one have not forgotten the First Barons War, Magna Carter, The Second Barons War, the Provisions of Oxford, the English Civil War, the Glorious Revolution, the Bill of Rights, Abolitionism & the Slavery Abolition Act 1833, the Suffragettes, the Representation of The People Act 1918, 1928 & 1969, the Universal Declaration of Human Rights, the International Bill of Human Rights, The Sexual Offences Act 1967 (decriminalised homosexuality), the Equal Pay Act 1970, and so on.
But I'm still against the Second Amendment.
Are you really that old?
We all, at least those with some education, remember these. Historically.
Have you every lived without the right to vote? No, you have always had it.
Have you ever been denied the right to go to any public school that is near where you live, just because of the color of your skin or because you were poor. I doubt it.
There are a lot of Americans alive today with those memories and they are personal not historical memories.
Your ignorance is astounding!
I am not talking about centuries ago. From 1965 to 69 I went to a segregated school. In case you do not know what that means, it was a school where only white students were allowed to study, the black students went to a shack down the road. I lived and rode the school buses that were forced by Desegregation Laws to go through the black neighborhoods to pick up the black kids and take them to black schools. It was no fun at all being spat upon for the color of your skin, no matter what color it was. There were many places in the southern states that were much worse than the small town I lived in.
Have you ever seen a film called Mississippi Burning. Watch it and then tell I could not have personal experience of those things.
Quoting Sapientia
Hang on a moment,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, I really don't care. Suck it up. ( Oh dear, did I let my emotions show again?)
Quoting Sapientia
You may have not forgotten their importance, but you have not lived any of them. A lot of Americans still have the feelings of hard won rights running through their veins. They or their parents lived those times go to sleep at night dreaming of them. They, the memories, are a living part of so many of the people lives.
And you, "Yes I read about that in history class and I understand that because of those people 10 centuries ago I now am a free man."
Did you ever hit the streets to protest anything, have you ever sent a letter to your legal representatives in the government asking for changes? Have you ever even tried to do something to make a change in the society in which you live?
Unless you have made a mark in history or participate in some way in it then you do not have personal memories of it. You have historical memories things that you have learned from books. And that is one of the biggest differences between you and the yanks.
So predicable. Take a look at what you said:
Quoting Sir2u
That's what I was referring to, genius.
27 years later I wonder how we did but we are still doing so I am going to trust that the string will always be long enough to keep bonding each day we spend together into a book of our lifetime. The chapter of both Indians leaving the home for college has begun and I told NicK, that it is time again for us to have fun and do some of the things we gave up for parenthood and it's been a good time, as some of the stress has lifted.
But now we need to grow one more property, into the Bed and Breakfast that we have always dreamed of. We found the city, now as we prepare our ranch for sale, we look for our Cabin in the woods, woods that have four seasons. (L)
Oh and the presents we have exchanged? NicK gave me a Pumpkin which is the first gift he ever gave me and I gave him three Pinecones which represents the three boys he has brought into my life. (L)
It is a shame that you did not read the original post. It was comparing the English way of thinking about rights to the American way of thinking. I explained that the English had more historical that personal memories of the fight for the rights that they enjoy where as the Americans have a lot of personal memories of them.
"England Is old, they people have forgotten the fights for freedom that happened years or centuries ago."
The reference is to people alive today, not centuries ago. I did not need to be around centuries ago to see it today.
If you fail to understand what people are saying to you, try asking for clarification of the point in question. It might make your life easier.
If you are going to insist on nitpicking silly little details instead of talking about the topic under discussion. I have no intention of replying.
cheerio old chap.
Good.
For the Americans all of their rights are connected and erosion of one might lead to complete removal of others. For them it is all or nothing, and they don't want nothing.
Glad to see that you agree with me.
Adios amigo.
It seems like that, doesn't it?
She would probably ask how you want it served?
Indeed...
Amen.
Quoting Sir2u
So, slippery slope fallacy and false dilemma. Let's not propagate this unreasonable belief.
I thought you said that you were finished with the discussion. But you keep on talking rubbish.
Quoting Sapientia
Oh dear, goodness me, what a disaster. A bunch of philosophy forum members became infected with the absolutely ridiculous urge to go out and support the gun toting bandits that think they still live in the wild west.
And what is even worse/better, they have decided to start a protest against the US government in the form of a permanent ban of all American politicians that do not openly support the removal of all gun controls from the forum.
Who the hell is it going to be propagated to? :P
Get over these pathetic snippets of quasi-philosophy, morals derived from ignorance and grammar policing.
No, no. That was [i]identifying[/I] rubbish.
By the way, I notice that your spelling and grammar are showing signs of improvement. Perhaps my grammar policing has had an effect, after all. Keep up the good work.
I told you, if you had bothered to read my post, that as soon as you stopped pointing out stupid little things that have absolutely nothing to do with the topic being discussed I would stop making them.
If you intend to continue with your silly ways then I shall continue to do everything I can to make you look like the pathetic little nitwit that you are.
Bey bye.
I saw but we have already come to what I think is a reasonable middle ground, in you understanding my position and mine understanding yours.
Are you going to carve?
Yes, I'd rather keep a hold of the knife just in case you change your mind. :D
I was telling Hanover about the bully sticks because they are the closest to rawhide. I do buy the frozen long beef bones for the pups to chew on. As puppies I froze the bone and only gave it to them when they went into their crate. Now I give them one shot at chewing off the frozen beef bits and stuff on the bone and then I boil them till the marrow is cooked and then when cool, I give them back. They must have a couple dozen around the ranch. It keeps their teeth soo clean and they love it! ;)
Smart man ;)
Better get some specialized knife dodging training. Axe block, compromise your footing, joint lock, double back flip.
Can I just have you as my body guard Wosret?
Thank you BC~ I know you know what kind of work goes into such a simple celebration, another milestone but for us, it is the world. (L)
Doesn't anyone else play violent video games, or saw someone shot on tv? The police basically are the only ones that are going to warn you that they have a weapon, if their plan is to actually use it. If someone was planning to shot or knife you, then you wouldn't know that until bullets or knives were already inside your body.
If someone shows you a weapon, that means that they don't plan to kill you with it, they plan to intimidate you with it, and if you've taken some moron gun or knife defense course, and figure that you'll just take it from them, then your plan is to escalate the situation, rather than deescalate. Maybe you do get it from them, maybe you do, but there is also a good chance that you don't, and just get yourself killed for no reason instead.
If you grew up where I did (I lived under a dumpster where grey dumpster stew would pour into my mouth), you'd understand why I needed a rawhide gun in the airport. I used to fight the rats for food back then, but we fought with our words, not our fists, because we weren't philistines.
One thing we'd calmly discuss back then is what the fuck that last sentence is doing in this already fucked up post. This level of post unpredictabilty further proves the lunacy of climate change (as if we know which way the next poetic wind will blow). Proof of point: I'm standing on my head next time the Pope hands out his crackers at a football game. That'll stop the molestation.
Take everything in your head, stir it up, and piss it out your mouth I always say. Always.
I'm just saying I've had a hard day, so let me at least get the big piece of chicken. I mean God damn. At least that.
My point: If fate should have it that you will be the chosen soul to have the last word, don't strive for profound or even loving, but instead for the most divine of all traits. Creativity. The first thing God did was create, after all. Make it your last.
The thread is about the last word here, on this thread. Not the last word at the end of the world or even your life. Lighten up a bit. :D
This is what you want the last word at the end of the world to be? And not me either, but I'm talking about that last word, but now this, now this. Aaaahhh!
Whereas now it goes in the opposite direction.
Quoting Hanover
Amen.
(By the way, you're allowed to trash talk Trump here. Go on, be creative. ;) )
Thank you for making me laugh, recalibrating my thoughts and feelings about issues close to my heart. (L)
Relax, THIS is a safe place :D
Ah, so you [i]can[/I] make a sensible point on the topic. I was beginning to lose hope.
Your agreement doesn't make something sensible, or right. Mine does.
Oh, so [I]you're[/I] the goddess of wisdom?
You're welcome.
For?
:D
Would it be asking too much to expect you to take a joke? [I]Tainted Bait[/I] sounds like a good rock band name, by the way.
She so badly wanted that new iron, but as she stared at his gonads, she thought to herself there must be a better way.
If the pillow won't work, maybe the plastic wrap will, although it's so hard to get it to tear cleanly while he's thrashing about.
I can't be expected to find safety pins at 5:00 a.m., especially while I'm vacuuming out the sticky mounds of hair ground into the carpet.
But if I don't cover his arm completely, the dogs will bring it to the playground again and I'll have to give another explanation.
Thoughts?
Try writing limericks?
Would you believe that you have left me completely speechless?
two American kids growin up in the heartland...
Soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam, I guess
But I used a little too much force
A dragon lives forever but not so little boys
Painted wings and giant rings make way for other toys
So if I fast and contemplate, I have a 1:7 chance of winning (the odds of the game beginning on a Sunday). Which is far better than the chance of winning 1:X, X being the number of participants. Given of course that I don't disqualify myself by use of the two prohibited words and have correctly interpreted the obscure meaning of the rules.
To be safest, I should practice this austerity each and every Sunday but I would probably be safe with just Sundays in March and April given the unclear meaning of the formal beginning of the game.
This includes abstinence from sex, booze and television. Unless the TV show is a philosophical competition game where at least one fasting member of the following religions are participating. Jewish, Catholic, Anglican, Muslim, and Southern Baptist. Sex is also permitted if it is shown on said TV show.
Awwww Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff
And doing drugs and whatever.
I had a bad experience with that damned dragon a few years ago. I woke up one morning with the song "Puff the magic dragon" looping in my head. I spent the whole day with it spinning around in there. The funny thing is that I had not heard the song since I was a kid and that was a loooooong time ago.
At the end of the work day I was leaving and a teacher from the primary area asked if I could help her with something. She pulled out a book about Puff the magic dragon. I almost took of running.
And you are probably right about it being about a boy growing up and forgetting his friend.
And "puff" then turned into something completely different.
I'm Hanover. I enjoy long walks on the beach, snow cones at the fair, and skipping stones across lakes. My favorite food is corn. I like simple puzzles and am endlessly fascinated by those pictures you stare at until the image seems to magically leave the page.
One day when I retire, I hope to move to a small house surrounded by draping trees where I can lie next to Baden and play with his mouth.
Tell me about you. I imagine all of us are not so different around here.
Hanover, dear friend, I am sorry to inform you but your description sounds nothing like the young buck you were at PF but rather an application for acceptance in a long term care facility, which by the way, removing your love of corn will help you get accepted. ;)
Mental or physical health care?
Physical for sure. We already know the mental state of Hanover.
Expect
Quoting Lone Wolf
I know that feeling Sir~
One day when I retire, I hope to move to a large tree surrounded by trees where I can lie next to Hanover and play with his penis.
While disturbing, I do admire honesty in all its forms, even where it involves homosexual acts with a person who enjoys mice play.
I'm Tiff. I enjoy the wiring on my vehicles. It gets me where I need to go. I am looking for a Hawk for rodent control of the ranch. The last Owl is no longer whooing.
Psst Hanover, he likes to play with mice till they die and then he eats the mice. :-O
Quoting ArguingWAristotleTiff
This doesn't bode well for Hanover's penis.
Fats Domino dead at 89.
Another great one left the world.
First time I heard that song was on Happy Days~
Since they seem to blame me for everything, if anyone asks, I was with you guys.
Yeah, you, Sir and I were sitting with our backs against the wall, in the back of the bar with a clear line of sight to the front door and who should walk in but.....
Shhh... I'm right behind you!
Tell her which part you don't understand, I'm sure she will explain in simple words. X-)
I went looking for every place I can think of on the net where it could be without me digging out his book and copying his writing here but I will at some point because he really was an amazing thinker.
Cheers~
I am a Mom and can be blunt, it's like herding cats with a squirt gun! X-)
Would it help your trying to envision us having a
A) pillow fight by the fire while roasting marshmallows for smores'
or
B) a picture of a TALL set of wooden stairs outside that needed a fresh coat of green paint, when one of us checked to see if it was dry, we found out it wasn't via the missing the first 10 stairs down and a slime of green paint from blonde head to toe.
Our school year starts in February and end in November so we are just about finished. Lucky me.
Quoting ArguingWAristotleTiff
Bulls, like herding big stupid bulls and nowadays they can be just as dangerous. Kittens can be led or at least bribed to to things.
And lucky us!
it's like herding cats with a squirt gun! X-) — ArguingWAristotleTiff
Quoting Sir2u
True! It gets to be a bit scary when the 8th graders are bigger than the teachers and out number them by 25 to one. :-O
What cake?
Where the hell is it?
Who is trying to eat it?
The Rum soaked carrot cake is on the window ledge cooling and after dinner WE can eat it.
Ah, just venting... my ex is trying to move with my 2 daughters to a city 6 hours away. Pretty sure she won't be able to, but still causes unneeded stress. I currently live 5 minutes away, and see them over 80 times a year. She wants me to see them 12 times a year! >:o
Awww come on Lone Wolf, mornings always go away. Who is that in your profile picture?
White German Shepard?
His name is Prince Bailey Von Reiseg. We call him Bailey and I call him my Bailey Boo....absolutely loveable~
I understand how you feel. Both of my EX's moved to other continents and I never got to see my kids.
Bailey is super cute! (L) Is he Rottweiler?
Bailey is a Rottweiler and he is now 2.5 yrs old and he has a girlfriend Duchess also 2.5 who is a Dutch Shepard/Black Lab mix and make no doubt about it that she runs the ranch! Here is her selfie!
Sorry to hear that. I can't imagine how that must feel...
I was talking to my youngest Indian and said the phrase "Blood is thicker than water" and he said do you really know what you are saying? I said of course I do and explained what I did to you. To which he clarified for me that one of the meanings is "Blood is thicker than water" originally derived from the phrase "the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb", implying that the ordinary meaning is the opposite of the original intention.
Sir, he whips out his additional brain he carries in his pocket and will read it to me if necessary from unlimited sources if I ask. Nope, I openly admit he is beginning to give me a run for my money politically. EVERYTHING that is wrong with the planet is OUR fault. On one occasion he said "Thanks a lot for destroying the climate we have to live in and NOT believing in climate change" to which I tried on many occasions to explain how we have evolved but he never accepted it. So now he gets a snarky response like "Where the heck is my Aqua Net Hairspray?" laughing like a fool.
I cannot believe I am actually paying for this abuse!
I cannot imagine how that would be the case. :P
8-) That Rocks!
I have faith it will be okay!
Where are you going to fly on your first solo trip and are you taking Mutty or Missy with you? 8-)
Are you aware of my absolute crush on Tom Cruise as a result of Top Gun? OMGGGGGG!
Hmm, I don't think Missy or Mutty would much appreciate my flying capability yet. :P Well, actually, I have been up several times alone, but just around the airport and local areas. Haven't got to a longer trip yet, but that's coming up soon.
Haha, no I didn't know that. :P At least he's not a crop duster. :-O Some of them are wicked wild, AND DON'T USE THEIR RADIOS!!! >:o Very annoying, lol.
Do you fly too?
Ta da!!!!! Well done, well done! (Y)
Quoting Lone Wolf
I guess the pups couldn't stick their heads out the windows like in the car so maybe they should stay on the ground, for now. ;)
Quoting Lone Wolf
Those crop dusters are annoying for the way they fly AND the pesticides they use!
No, I don't fly but my youngest son is a Freshman at Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University studying Simulation Science and he doesn't fly either but we have planes in a LOT of aspects of our lives and my youngest has a HUGE interest in the study of birds. I have tried to get him to see the correlation in his interests and he just wont give on it yet. I have to believe that Mr. Embry and Mr. Riddle along with the Wright brothers studied the mechanics of birds in order to figure out how to fly, right?
Are you going for a commercial license?
haha, thanks!
Quoting ArguingWAristotleTiff
That is very neat! Hope they both do well in their studies! :)
Not as of right now, just aiming for a Private Pilot. Maybe an instrument rating in the future, but not sure yet. :P
Keep on pushing yourself and you are going to rock that Private license. Where in the world are you located?
Well hello my fellow American! Happy Veterans Day!
I get a kick out of watching black and white films like this, watching humans try to simulate those things around us that we are "not" and try to make it so humans "can". It is almost like have always lacked being content with who we are and must try to be something we are not.
Not planning on doing anything really. We had a couple of friends from the US that lived near by that used to invite us over to eat but they left the area.
It is not really celebrated down here except as a way to get people to buy stuff and go to restaurants.
Well you and the Mrs. are most welcome at our Thanksgiving table.
Going out to the road side and hitching a ride. Be there ......, errr, damn that won't work.
Thank you for the invitation, but it might have to be next year. Looks fantastic.
You are quite welcome! I wish I could pull up a chair to the table in the picture but that is just an inspiration to my figuring out how to host 20+ here at the ranch. Enough In laws that we might need name tags, true story.
To share with you, this will likely be the Last Thanksgiving at the Ranch as we are getting it ready for sale in the Spring so we can move North in Arizona. We are attempting to reinvest the money from the sale of the ranch, into a place where we can have at least one rental unit and room for more expansion. The move will save us 10k a year for the next three years as our youngest is in college and we are looking to move to his town. Freshman year they are required to live on campus but after that, they can live off and hence our home.
So Cheers to you and your Mrs. and Thank you for being here thru the decades. 8-)
Don't make no difference where you live in the world, you will always be just around the corner on the internet.
Best of luck with the sale.
And that my friend is a beautiful and true thought~
Quoting Sir2u
Thank you Sir~
My best friend felt I was down and treated me to a hair cut and color! She is such a beautiful person both inside and out.
Here is a quick
Lookin' good. :) (Y)
You look great. Hairstyles haven't been something I've been able to pull off well since I went bald. Sweet cat tree.
Thank you, you guys are very kind~ I feel old but for 2.5 yrs shy of 50 (OMG :-O ) I am feeling good about where I am~
The sun isn't up but I have been up for hours. I have yet to get any response to my getting out of town after this weekend from either NicK or my Mother In Law and since by nature I am a person who believes in asking for permission rather than asking for forgiveness, I remain in limbo. Having said that NicK believes in asking for forgiveness, rather than permission.
What I am trying to say, is that I NEED someone to GIVE me permission, to get the flock outta town but only an hour away. I will be taking the Casino bus that happens to run the same route, $10 bucks for a ride both ways and $25 in Casino credit for me to gamble with.
I am not sure I should be doing this, but as long as Nick keeps his guns in the holsters I say go for it. X-)
Yes! ~doing my happy dance~ 8-)
And any way you are helping the economy to grow by spending your money. Service sector jobs are important!
That's wrong. The economy doesn't grow because of consumption, it grows because of production. Consumption is destructive of the value that is created actually. So only if that money goes towards a productive activity that creates value, only then does the economy grow.
I'm pretty sure that Tiff won't be using money that is debt, but that her hard earned savings. (Or I assume that is the case)
A job in the service sector does grow the economy just like a job in a factory. If Tiff helps people be employed by casinos, that's great.
:'O
Quoting ssu
That's irrelevant.
Quoting ssu
:s - a job that doesn't produce anything useful, but merely involves consumption of goods that others produce isn't useful to the economy. Quite the contrary - take a job in financial speculation on Wall Street for instance.
There is a false idea going around that spending and consumption are key to the growth of the economy. More than anything, that's a manipulation of the stupid public to encourage consumerism so that at least some of the people who produce useful things can get that money. It would be better if instead of consumption, those people invested part of that money in production.
(L)
Sorry, but you don't make sense.
Invest in what production? To whom is something produced? Spending and consumption are just the other side of the coin to production. As if production itself wouldn't be the essential part of consumerism. And if you produce a service that others want, well what on Earth is so bad about it compared to some manufactured gadget?
Fact: the biggest proportion of World GDP is made by the service sector. In every Western country the Service sector is the largest when measured by GDP (and likely By any indicator). In the US the Service Sector makes nearly 80% of the GDP. The smallest service sectors you find in poor Third World countries and Saudi-Arabia, which basically is totally financed by oil production.
Even though Arizona is known for it's 5 C's cattle, climate, cotton, copper and citrus, I would suggest that the biggest generator of revenue is tourism. Arizona is a year round destination and our hospitality and tourism industry is HUGE. We VERY much depend on people from around the world wanting to come to Arizona and spend their money lavishly on themselves. There are very few states in December that you can snow ski and water ski all in the same day. The older population (usually the well to do) come out for the weather and stay because of the lower cost of living and the amazing medical facilities. Whether a snowbird or a transplant, we depend on their consumption to survive and thrive.
That is production, why does it matter that you produce a service or a manufactured gadget? Cleaning services, etc. have practical and productive effects in society. Financial speculation, gambling, etc.? Not so much.
What happens if you grow consumption too much is that your economy actually shrinks. Consumption grows, supposing Investments remain the same, government spending remains the same, then your trade balance will decrease. Growth in consumption without simultaneous growth in production is actually harmful. Why do you think the USA has a negative trade balance with China for example, of around $300 billion?
So consumption grows by $10 dollars, if your government spending remains the same, and your investments remain the same, then where is that consumption going? Towards imports, of course. That's a financial weakness, not a strength. Read, for example, something like this.
So what you are saying is that eventually AZ will eat itself alive?
No, I wasn't saying anything with regards to you in particular or AZ in particular (I don't know much about AZ haha). Was just talking a theoretical issue with ssu :P .
I was correcting a general assumption that people make, namely that spending is good for the economy or virtuous. That's not necessarily true. How this is applied to your own particular situation I do not know, because I haven't thought about your case in detail.
Sounds divine :D
Here you go, hope you like them.
Quoting charleton
What does it say charleton?
"This is the LAST WORD"
There must be a mistake there because these words come after the LAST WORD.
Say that with a Pakistani accent.
Quoting Lone Wolf
And I suppose that we can send the bills to you for this.
Lol, closest I know is Israeli. :P
Quoting Sir2u
Nah, send it to the big guy up north.
Shucks, no candy then. Gonna keep on talkin.
THE LAST WORDS
What
last words
Got any last words? 8-)
Ultima palabra.
Last word in Spanish. :D
You are very confused, for without first words there can be no last words. So first words are the best.
Sir, I want my last words to be "What does this button do?"
Any idea what you want your last words to be? :D
I have a 50/50 chance at getting this right but are you a male? :P
"Not working today."
I think that about covers it. :)
I love it! Keyboard art? If it is it is fantastic but know now that guns can be a very hot topic around here. ;)
Yes, I am. How about you?
It is a pleasure to meet you~ :D
I am dealing with Devils and Angles too. :D
Quoting ArguingWAristotleTiff
It is a pleasure to meet you too. :)
I can usually get mine to play nicely but I have my moments. Where are you from?
I am from Iran. How about you?
Chicago born and raised. Living in the Desert Southwest now. Where are you living now?
I moved around the world. I was born in Tehran and am living in Tehran right now.
It is interesting to take in views from around the world here in the forum, it takes a degree of vulnerability but the pay off is invaluable. (L)
I am a physicist but always loved philosophy. I highly hope that my contribution is useful. (L)
I better just :-x
I think the odds are very much in my favor, given that the children's best interests is the main factor considered by the courts, but the thought of losing consistent quality contact with them is quite distressing nonetheless.
Not till Tuesday but up to my girlfriends cabin in the mountains and THIS time I get to drive MY own car instead of taking the Casino bus. Woot Woot!! 8-)
That seems to be a trump style discriminatory statement. Are you some kind of "ist", racist, sexist, aguist? :-O
You guys are weird.
Carry on.
No no, it's just Agustino. We take pity on him by making him believe he is our resident mascot. He has a bad lisp and one leg longer than the other, so give him a break OK.
You forgot about my teeny tiny cute ears that you can't get out of your mind :-O
Said Marcus Aurelius.
Is that a phallic Freudian slip or something?
How can you throw it away?
It was salty, that is all.
Is your cucumber bitter? Throw it away. Are there briars in your path? Turn aside. That is enough. Do not go on and say, "Why were things of this sort ever brought into this world?" neither intolerable nor everlasting - if thou bearest in mind that it has its limits, and if thou addest nothing to it in imagination. Pain is either an evil to the body (then let the body say what it thinks of it!)-or to the soul. But it is in the power of the soul to maintain its own serenity and tranquility. . . .
But what if I'm an ambitious fellow, and I want to get those briars outta my path?
Your cucumber must be bitter.
Is bitterness the same as ambition?
Vat?
Vat? No, my brain isn't in a vat if that's what you're asking...
We're in the Twilight Zone.
Yeah, but I was asking what should an ambitious (not bitter cranky) person do about the briars?
Turn away and never look back at the briars.
Why? :-O
Of course it is. I mean, in what world could I possibly harbour any affection for your cute little ears?
Because we can accept it from the Providence of authority of Marcus Aurelius.
Yes, yes but I want pragmatic advice. What if I want to get to point B, and the only way to reach B is through the briars?
Is he cute too?
Quoting TimeLine
And you'll watch as he uses the instruments of death on my cute tiny ears? :-O
One compliment and you're hooked.
Hooked to the instruments of death? :-O That doesn't sound like good news...
Then through the nettle to the stars it is.
I said silence!
That stings so much man... do you get that in US? I'm sure there's a ton of it in Poland.
I get around.
Ok back to trying to sleep for me. Night.
Superman?
If you have trouble again, just let Hanover know and he'll whistle you a lullaby. His angelic lips sing as sweet as a siren.
It takes divine inspiration to bring forth such melodies, only from a nymph capable of speaking directly to the magpies, the most spectacular of all the breeds.
We've already established how I best sleep, nestled in a warm embrace, serenaded by giggles at my jokes, with my head being petted slowly. Doesn't that work for everyone?
What about what I want? Why do you never think about what I want? You throw spark plugs at me and then expect me to cuddle you warm, to crawl all over you like a little, furry kitten? You know, they say that love is like an ache that X-rays do not show, but you know it's there.You know. And it hurts. :’(
And should you find it in your heart to return my spark plug, that'd just be too sweet. The racket the Camaro makes when I pull into the Piggly Wiggly from running on 7 cylinders is such an embarrassment.
Especially as it is the six cylinder model.
And?
Why, I don't know them. They wont feel sorry for me when I am surround by miserable people or for others when I feel bad.
Too bad I don't know them or too bad they don't feel sorry for me. :’(
Noooooo, please don't get mad at me. I couldn't stand it.
OK whatever. X-)
I refuse.
Why not? >:)
My little demon keeps whispering that it is fun, not a waste of time. >:)
See ya.
Weeping....I am so over reacting but I am ssssssssssssssssssssssssso bummed!
The search goes on....
https://www.thesun.co.uk/money/5424919/shipping-container-converted-into-a-mobile-home-goes-on-sale-for-58000-and-the-seller-promises-to-deliver-to-anywhere-in-the-uk-at-no-extra-cost/
Find an old container or school bus and build it up yourself. Lots of fun to do and works out cheaper.
I definitely think we belong in the same club, you have at least 2 things in common.
Procrastination and excess work.
Do you drink coke or pepsi?
Neither nor. I only drink lemon-lime and root beer, and on very very rare occasions. :D I'm hypersensitive to caffeine. :P
MMm I am thinking the indoor fireplace might cause a bigger bus fire....maybe? :-O
Not if it is made properly, no more risk than a normal house. There are plenty of examples on line.
Interesting, I stopped drinking pepsi a few years ago and I have not had a coke in decades. But I will not stop the tea and coffee even if it kills me.
Will the fire fighters come if I get it wrong? Or do I drive it to them? 8-)
Yes you are right they are all volunteer Fire Fighters up in the forest. Plan B
Would it not be easier to ride a full one?
Sore ass from riding horse.
I think that should do it.
No backyard ponies around where I used to live, and the terrain was not ideal for galloping to far either.
Wonderful time to get PMS....who wants to get on a flight with me in a confined space, at an anxious elevation for a few hours or few hundred miles? Takers?
Thank you! I am still here in the.Midwest frozen tundra getting about an inch an hour!. :D I will maintain my ladylike decorum and not comment about how long it has been since I got 8 -10 inches in an hour! Buahaha :D Can you tell the cold is getting to me?
We are here, talk to us.
It is the reason I came here, to this thread, as it can like a quieter thread, a calmer thread when necessary and I Thank you both for listening though I am not really sure how to put my feelings into words, except to say I can see life slipping away from my Dad which is causing a part of me to hang on with everything I have. I tried to fulfill his every desire and with almost perfect success we pulled it off except the ending with 911 or so I thought...when I was at the Airport leaving for Phoenix I got a call from my Uncle who was with my Dad at the nursing home and my Dad said that he was having trouble with his memory but was I with him the day before? ~~~my heart crushed in the public airport, I couldn't see as the tears just fell like rain and I said yes Dad I was....and I will be again.... but if he didn't remember two days ago how on God's green earth will he remember me a year from now?
When he cannot remember me does it get easier? Does this confusion scare him as much as it scares me? Can he tell he is slipping away?
And how, How do I keep myself from ever being in the position he is in now? Everybody goes there thinking they will work hard enough to go home again but that was 2 years ago now...
Quoting ArguingWAristotleTiff
I don't know... I don't think we can know. There comes a point when a person resigns to their fate in the face of danger that they cannot control - and then they are relatively at peace, since they no longer try to control what they cannot control. That's what I personally think. Nature helps you do this too - you don't have the strength anymore to fight.
Quoting ArguingWAristotleTiff
It is impossible to "keep yourself from ever being in the position he is in now". We don't have such control - any day you, I, anyone can be afflicted by illness, and there's nothing we can do that will guarantee, beyond any doubt, that it will not happen to us. We are finite beings, and hence perpetually vulnerable. All you can do is do your best, hope for the best, and then accept whatever happens. That's my outlook, anyways.
What you are saying is that he has resigned himself to no longer thrive but just to exist? A eternal version of "It is what it is?"
Quoting Agustino
There has to be another answer then to just accept that each of us, you and I are that vulnerable in life. I have watched this happen too many times and it is just sickening. Waiting 5 hours for a diaper change at 75 is not the way it should be. Two showers a week even when my Dad had 5 straight days of a stomach illness is unacceptable. Discontinuing daily physical therapy because the state is paying for his care, to the point that he cannot use the walker and must depend on the wheel chair is not care in my book....but what do I know? He refuses to move out of the only state he has called "home" so to move him here where I could give him what I see as "better care" is not an option either.
It is hard to dissect how much of this decline is due to nature vs nurture but I know the odds are not in favor of the nurture factor, as much as the nature part is taking over.
Well, what else can you do in that situation?
Quoting ArguingWAristotleTiff
Not surprising, this seems to be the trend in most parts of the world. My grandfather had a stroke this summer (he is 91 years old), so he had the unfortunate necessity of spending time in hospital. In third world countries though, you can get better treatment - if you give the dollars to the right people. But not much better. It is only for the short duration of giving the $3 - then they give you a shower. To change the catheter - another $3. To change diapers - well, another $3. Not to mention that the whole place smells of uncleaned urine. Some people don't have even the $3 to give - so then their relatives are pretty much left to die there :( From my experience, and seemingly from yours too, these are not good places to leave sick people in.
No, no they are not.
So if you were able to choose, how would you go?
I am thinking I would try Death by Chocolate!
(L) @Sir2u (L) @Lone Wolf (L) @Agustino
Thank you for being here for me~
Death by oversleeping. X-)
Okay so it is fake enthusiasm but it is enthusiasm..
Yep, at the belly button. :smile:
Why?
Good point. :up:
Good job that, being positive instead of being negative.
I was not telling you to be positive, I was commending you for being so.
Hasta mañana.
Buenas Noches!
When I am in touch with my emotions (good or bad, happy or sad) a song often comes into my head that expresses how I am feeling at the time. Like since November when my Mother in Law arrived anytime I have been stressing about it the song "Let It Be" runs through my head.
I am a bit tired of letting it be, ya know? :naughty:
Try "Hey Jude".
It is longer but I find it more relaxing.
A few years ago I woke up with "Puff the magic dragon" running through my brain. What could that mean? Thinking about it though, it would be better suited to your situation actually. :wink:
Funny thing was that on the way out of work I met a third grade teacher with a book under her arm. Yes, it was called "Puff the magic dragon" and it started the song rolling again.
NicK always says that if you hear a new word or a topic like this, it will occur three times in one week. So I have watched it when it happens to me and occasionally mine gets to two but rarely three.
Rakefire
You'd think this term would mean you were kind of cool, right? Wrong. The BBC defines it as: "someone so uncool that they would outstay their welcome in someone's house until long after the fire had burned down to just the last few embers."
Mother in Law anyone? :snicker:
I was always curious about this actually. How do you deal with the parents of your husband/wife? My first girlfriend's parents hated me, so it would have been strange to get married to her - I don't know how one should respond in such cases.
Stick with Border Collies; they're much better than Rough Collies (except maybe for Lassie).
I once installed a spa, brick and sandstone paving and landscaping for a client in Coogee. She had a Rough Collie called Billie who wasn't friendly and used to lie around all day. I told her his full name should be Billy Idle. She loved that! He only got up once the whole time I was working there...to bite me! From then until the project was finished she kept him inside.
I am always a hit with the gf's family. It's my super power. I went to a birthday party for a gf's niece once I didn't know and insisted in being in all the pictures, hugging all the family members, talking to dad about farming, telling sister I was an axe murderer. Niece called me her favorite uncle. I gave her a card from Uncle Hanover. Gf didn't last though. Family missed me though. Sales. Everything is sales. I miss her borderline craziness sometimes. Jekyll was amazing, Hyde a drunken screaming nightmare.
My story. Learn from it.
Tolerance, a whole lot of self talk, a lot of confiding in total strangers because you certainly cannot express your frustration with your In law or their child (your spouse). The common theme I have found is that everyone, EVERYONE, understands and empathizes with ANYONE that has their "In law" living with them. My Mom has no idea how I do it and has assured my kids that Granny won't ever be coming to live with us, which resulted in big smiles.
My youngest at college is very observant and can see how she has an affect on the family balance and doesn't care for it, which means he has spent more time at school while she has been here. He is very scientific minded and like me does not believe in living, preparing for the end of the world and how we are going to survive but rather lives for today. My youngest also says that the "prep" issue brings out more of that 'conspiracy" side of his Dad.
Although, the hardest part Agustino, is that my better half has no desire to see my biological Dad in Chicago again before he passes regardless of us hosting his Mom.
I spent 4 days thinking about a the perfect answer to that, and then you beat me to it. :lol:
Bollocks. You, just like me, wanted to know what the hell he was talking about.
Down in the dumps are we. Cheer up mate, it ain't all bad, or at least it ain't supposed to be. Smile and be happy. :grin:
But it is not the last word is it?
The last word
MMhmmm and whom is that?
Did you not write this sentence ending with the? :smile:
Because we all got locked out. you cannot continue the game without access to it.
As long as you as are not going backwards on the inbound lane, no problem. :grin:
I miss you~ You always understood the underlying fears of my Dad's health and I am scared right now... :worry:
THIS
is the last word in English.
Zyzzyva. It is a genus of tropical American weevils often found in association with palms.
Sooooooooo excited to see him, get out of this town, even if just for a few hours.
I will say that I won't ask him to do more to stay here but I will support him in what he chooses. I know that I couldn't have made it to this early position of acceptence without @Hanover @Bitter Crank @unenlightened @Sir2u @Agustino @Lone Wolf @TimeLine @T Clark
From the bottom of my heart, I sincerely Thank you~
My Way
No worries, glad I could have been of some help to you :)
I am currently going through a process of applying philosophy into the real world, moving up professionally and teaching myself to better myself. I have never felt so at peace, months have passed and not a moment of anger or sadness, just peace. This Friday, I am meeting up with my mother who did quite a lot of wrong to me as a way to learn how to apply forgiveness for wounds that are very deep, because forgiveness is something that you give as is love. Authenticity is simply a way of thinking.
We love you :love: This place wouldn't be the same with you floating around sharing the spaced-out sexiness that is you. But I am almost certain that you are even more caring and kind in reality since places like this really never do a person justice, so I can imagine how much you mean to your family and your dad. I wish him peace.
@Lone Wolf Thank you for your wish~
Thank you for your wishes for my Dad, I am forever grateful. :hearts:
Healing the child within in one of the hardest things to face but I have a feeling you will do so with the grace and authenticity of the woman you have become. You are likely to shock her with all that you are, all that is before you and the wonderful life you now have.
Forgive? Yes. Forget? If you can figure out how, please let me know. The closest I got was compartmentalizing my past, taking the strength of character that it built within me and place that chapter of my life, on a shelf, tied with a bow, ready to be pulled down if necessary but I have never felt the need to do so. Every so often I catch myself making sure that chapter is still there, maybe to remind myself of the strength I needed to get through that and come out a smiling and loving person. I have a feeling you will see more of the beautiful person you already are~
Some nights while curled in bed, you remember something, a harsh comment made against you from a person that you love and a part of your heart feels torn away and lost from that loneliness that only your tears anaesthetises. It is those nights where memories can feel unforgivable, but that is the reason for forgiveness. It is something that you give, a giveness and it takes a great deal of strength and even a greater deal of courage to accept that memory, to accept that person. That epitomises what it means to give love and not when this love is reciprocated.
I only had a hard time with forgiveness because I wanted others to change, to improve, to acknowledge their wrong doing because I loved them and wanted to be with them, but it is impossible to be in the presence of those that never acknowledge their own wrong doing, on the contrary, they will happily lie to themselves and others in denial that they have done any wrong. Forgiveness is thus an acceptance and the tears are really just a dream, a wish for something you can never have.
So much love right now :fire:
I have had you on my mind and I just wanted to wish you strength and inner peace as you engage tomorrow. :hearts:
I think you will impress yourself with how much you have grown and how much has stayed the same. If I were near you, there would be a container of Hagen Daz Chocolate ice cream on ice and a single Star Gazer Lily surrounded by greenery and baby's breath. Be well, stay strong and remember, you have changed and if you like who you are, then any problems another may have with you, is their problem, not yours.
{{{{{LoneWolf}}}} I am not sure there is something simple about any heartbreak. What made you realize you didn't love him?
How did things go?
We cannot let the last word be a sad one.
:party:
That lying sociopath son of a bitch.
No one fucks with Lone Wolf and just walks away like lalala nothing happened.
Am I right?
It went really well, I am surprised at how empowered I feel. :strong: I welcomed conversations about the past, holding firm to never blaming her but rather articulating in my gentle way all that I have experienced over the last several years. She felt sad for me, which is unusual because she was never the type to care (crocodile tears) but I had gone through so much that it really stopped her, before explaining my improvements in work and study. She told me she admired me. People can change and it is simply time for me to grow up.
My sister was there too and we got on really well. She is an anthropologist and is married to an American who is a keen hiker and we're both very close in age so we clicked well. I am taking everything slow but I think wounds are healing and it really shows my solid improvement as a person.
Feels inappropriate to comment in the Shoutbox now, and in here it feels like I've invaded Tiff's territory. Although it's actually Hanover's thread.
Dilemmas.
Now I have less time to get ready for work. Why do I do this? :lol:
Diversion.
I think there is a reason why one feels as though their heart is broken and it is not childish to feel that way, a painful longing with the hope that he reciprocates. I thought I loved someone and he treated me rather callously, playing so many games that I was nauseous from the dizziness. It still can reduce me to tears. I then realised this man that I loved was no man at all. He was boy. Although I knew - though I never showed him - that he and I were very similar and that I knew we would get along really well, he was incredibly messed up as a person, despite having a good heart. So was I. The timing was not right and it took years to realise that. Now, I feel empowered, myself, strong and my trajectory is clear and I have never felt this happy. You cannot love others or be in a healthy relationship until you first find the love for yourself and that is when you know what you want.
Your partner should be a reflection of who you are, you should admire them. If you don't, you'll probably end up miserable. You may be heartbroken now, but wounds heal.
Then don't? Pull a sickie and smoke me a kipper.
Maybe you did love him, but he didn't love you.
What? :gasp: What is this I hear? A man that has faults? :chin:
Good lord! I have been buying into NicK's bs that he is a perfect person and everytime he has told me that since we were married. Are you telling me that there are men out there that know they have faults too? :brow:
Geezus...I need to wake NicK up now (at 4:30 am) and give him the news! :up:
brb....
I am proud of you and so very relieved that things concluded on a solid note with your Mom and to get back with your sister is an awesome plus!
You have done the work, the very hard work that many never face and it shows. One day your inner work might manifest itself in a son or daughter of your own and that is when you will really see how well you have healed and become stronger for having gone through what you have.
I must disclose that I have a proud smile on my face right now for how you handled yourself.
Well done~
Yeah but it doesn't swallow.
:( That sucks that he treated you poorly like that. I am very glad this guy doesn't play games. He's usually pretty honest, never led me to believe that he might love me back. Probably the best friend I ever had, but I have to let him go now. It wouldn't be fair or right to hold him back.
You are right, healthy relationships can only work if both people can accept themselves. I've struggled with that for a very long time. To the point of bitter self-hatred.
Damn work ethic. [I]Shakes fist[/I].
Do you know, we had eleven staff off sick in a single day recently? [I]Eleven[/I].
Quoting Hanover
:razz:
So Doc, when is your next opening? :eyes:
Match.com? A joke...
Is your rate still a quarter?
Damn! All I have is a quarter!
I don't think I loved him either. I was more hurt by the confusion he wrought. All I wanted to know was what he wanted (sex, friendship, love, enemies?) and there was a part of me that wanted to give him a shot and another part of me that wanted him to just fuck off. I don't like playing hide and seek, I am very fond of honesty and confidence and it caused me to think I needed to play back, which just made a mess of everything and he never found out the real person that I am because of it. I then realised that this game-playing confirmed we are very different people and it would not have worked out because I want someone mature, someone who does not follow the herd but his heart, who would give up holding onto all that and experience life and he is nothing like that, on the contrary he is almost pathological in his need for approval from others. As friends, though, I still feel like we could have been awesome. You live and learn.
Anyway, nice chat. We should do lunch sometime.
Quoting Lone Wolf
The problem was not how he treated me, that is the point, the problem was me because I allowed him to treat me that way and I did not stamp my own self identity into my relations with him and instead followed his method of courting, whatever the fuck his method was. I should have stopped him right from the beginning and taken control, if I knew what I wanted. That was because I didn't really understand what it was that I wanted in a man and perhaps even had a bias toward the traditional attitude to courting that expects a man to be in control. It is actually really hard to find someone that aligns with what you want, meaning that we tend to feel we need to make concessions and perhaps to some degree we have no choice in that, but not the major things, things that mean something to you.
Lone Wolf, I think you are highly articulate and your attitude and system of thinking is top notch, but the process of finding that empowerment and love for yourself is not easy. It took me years and I too struggled considerably to find that and even then it can sometimes feel shaky. Relationships with others can make you feel even more vulnerable. The first thing, though, is admitting that you lack this and you are, but it takes time and great deal of effort, something that is hard to see when you feel heartbroken. Sometimes, when people around you - even from childhood - consistently tell you that you are not good enough either directly or indirectly, you are not aware that such reverberations of that negative view become ingrained into the very fabric of your identity that your perceptions become much the same. To find your own voice takes a lot of letting go, a lot of freedom - which is scary - to say that you are going to do things your way and never expect anything from others, even if it is expecting love and respect.
I think you understand by saying that if you loved him you would need to let him go, it is just hard right now, but it will ease soon enough.
The doctor is back in:
Why is it that you have no difficulty describing his failures to us, but not to him, the only person who actually needed to hear it, and could you have described his failures to him in a caring and supportive way that built him up, not one that justified your annoyance and frustration?
When we meet for lunch, bring me my nickel.
He would not allow me. This is exactly what I wanted to do above all else, to sit with him and talk, but he played games as a strategy to avoid the possibility that I may reject him and his intense affection was often matched with intense anger, which would frighten me and why I was confused about what he actually wanted and how I could communicate with him. I tried to express that I cared for him with that in mind so that he might open up and feel more comfortable talking to me knowing that he wasn't going to be rejected, tried to articulate his faults through fictional stories and suggesting personal examples as a comparative means to get him to acknowledge his behaviour and perhaps even to feel empathy because I felt that anything direct - no matter how gentle I express it - he would not be capable of accepting, and conversely I was frightened of the potential reaction he may have that I was left conflicted between whether or not I should even be helping him that in the end all that was left was a series of bullshit stories and no actual communication. He knows nothing about me. I failed because of what you say, that was all that I wanted and I was working around his madness trying to figure out ways we could actually talk.
I wish it were top notch, it sure feels like crap right now. You are right, I think, that it becomes part of one's identity eventually. Self-hatred becomes who one is, and scorns oneself as much as he or she thinks everyone else scorns him or her. A delusion, no doubt, but it seems impossible at the moment to get out of it.
https://youtu.be/e9BLw4W5KU8
Gender Specific Relationship Retardation
By: Hanover von Hanoverstein of Hanoverville (aka "Tater")
A vignette: John dates Sally. John likes Sally. Sally likes John. John calls Sally regularly, but not every day. Sally enjoys John's company. John tells Sally he likes her, but he doesn't say it all the time. John makes thoughtful gestures toward Sally, but not always. John likes to get physically close to Sally, but Sally doesn't always want to. Sally wants to talk deeply to John, but John doesn't always want to.
John and Sally go on a date on Saturday. John and Sally start to get physical, but Sally slows things down. John calls Sally on Monday (not Sunday) and asks to see her on Wednesday. Sally says she's not sure about Wednesday. John suggests Thursday. Sally says she still isn't sure. John says okay, and the conversation ends. When they do speak about their problems, John clearly explains why there are no problems, only Sally finds him unpersuasive and evasive.
Emotionally intuitive Sally realizes that John isn't prioritizing her, isn't considering her feelings, is most interesting in being physical, isn't trying to get to know her, and will barely talk to her. Emotionally intuitive Sally even realizes that emotionally retarded John is emotionally retarded so she tries to give him some leeway, but he's so retarded she's starting to think there's no hope. In fact, she's doubly frustrated by his attempt to persuade her that her intuitions are wrong, or worse yet, to dodge the emotional issues altogether.
Rational John determines that Sally isn't interested in him. His data points are: (1) she won't physically get close, (2) she tells him she doesn't want to go out with him on Wednesday or Thursday, and (3) she constantly is calling him down on the carpet with her talks. To the extent he's holding up his end of the bargain, he has the following data points: (1) he does call her often, (2) he expresses his admiration for her from time to time, (3) he does make the appropriate gestures sometimes, and (4) he does talk to her, just not insistently. Rational John realizes that rationally retarded Sally is rationally retarded so he tries to give her some leeway, but she's so rationally retarded, he's starting to think there's no hope. In fact, he's doubly frustrated by her refusal to accept his data points as evidence of the rightfulness of his position when they speak.
And the retardation comes to full blossom. Sally's outreach to bring John closer is interpreted as rejection and pushing away. John's outreach to bring Sally closer is interpreted as rejection and pushing away. John sees Sally as a confusing, emotional creature unable to grasp his arguments, and he likely describes her as crazy. Sally sees John as uncaring and stubborn and likely describes him as childish and not fully human.
John likes Sally. Sally likes John. Too bad they couldn't work that out.
The solution? Sally just needs to listen to the voice of reason. God damn, John's doing everything he can, but nothing is ever good enough. He doesn't need that bullshit. Can't Sally just hold his hand and tell him he's a great guy and stop making this so complicated?
Autobiographical, sure, but it's currently playing in theaters across the country.
So speaketh the cookie.
Let's work through the predominant points here in your research.
1. The misinterpretation
1(a). He thinks I am confusing, emotional and unable to grasp what he is actually on about to a point that he thinks I am crazy
1(b). I see him as uncaring and stubborn and completely childish and not fully human.
:up:
2. The misdirection
2(a). He thinks I am not interested in him because I won't get physically close to him.
2(b). I think because he does not express his admiration for me or make the appropriate gestures that would make me believe he is interested.
:up:
3. The hopelessness
3(a). He thinks I am rationally retarded
3(b). I think he is emotionally retarded
:down: No. He is just emotionally retarded. End of story there.
4. The retardation
We didn't work out because of a mixture of stupid shit that could have been avoided if he wasn't emotionally retarded.
Your essay is pretty good, but certainly needs to be improved.
My emotional retardation takes this as rejection, you learner of nothing. I'd be sad, but I forgot what we were talking about.
Here's your quandary: all guys are emotionally retarded. You just have to take one in and give him a good home and pet his head. It's just mean as shit to leave them in the rain wondering what to do.
Listen here you defender of man, why would I cuddle up to one who has given me no indication that he wants me to crawl all over him like a kitten? It is simply an exchange of information that explains what you are genuinely feeling. Here is some prepared earlier:
[i]I really like you.
I enjoy your company.
I want to get to know you better.
I really admire you.
You are so fucking awesome.[/i]
It is an indication of how you feel so she can know where she stands. You don't stalk someone and say nothing, you don't send affectionate messages to her pretending to be someone else, or love songs and short stories and completely freak her out thinking is this guy a psychopath or does he like me?, and then, when she gets scared and backs away trying to get rid of him because of her confusion, he thinks she is crazy.
Fucking hell, man.
Quoting TimeLine
A guy doesn't tell you that because he suspects you already know it. That's what all guys want. Quoting TimeLine
Couldn't have said it better myself (awww).
To be fair, you're not respecting vulnerability limitations. Telling people you care about them ought to be easy, but it's not, male or female. Do you really say that if you're not sure where the guy stands or do you wait (and wait and wait) for him to say it first? Methinks you're just as much a scaredy cat as he is, little miss pretends to be balls to the wall, caution to the wind, express my love like no other.Quoting TimeLine
That's precisely what I would do if playa didn't have no game, but playa got mad game see. What went down see is that he liked you, but didn't know what to say, so his dumber ass friend fed him some line thinking he was helpin a brother out, but you realized it was concocted bullshit, and instead of thinking "aww, retard likes me, bless his awkward heart," you went out and got a restraining order on the bitch. I am soo skreet, right?Quoting TimeLine
B. Choice B. He likes you. He's not a sociopath. He's a retard. Give the retard some love. Damn girl.Quoting TimeLine
Prolly God hates you.
I figured that out eventually and tried to respond in a way I thought he may understand considering his ridiculously strange behaviour, but he didn't understand and then I looked stupid. Anyhoot.
Quoting Hanover
Since when were women mind readers? This verifies the complexities wrought by many men who, I think, expect to be loved without doing or saying anything. She is not your mother. There are conditions. To add to that, she doesn't want to be worshipped neither does she want to run around after man, just a friend to hang out with and share in life and experiences as equals, as well as figure out new and evolving sexual positions. I mean, have you heard of the Tootsie Roll? I just made that up, see, and I could have practiced that shit on him if he were normal.
What I really don't like is this deflection of responsibility justified as some innocence or vulnerability. It is accountability that differentiates between a boy and a man. I know articulating feelings can indeed make a person feel vulnerable, but a bystander that says and does nothing is just as guilty despite being able to tell himself that he is free from any responsibility. He hid in the shadows and while I did bless his awkward and almost deranged little heart for a while and why I tried to communicate at his level because I wanted to give him a shot, what did he expect to get out of doing that other than being able to tell himself that he was free of any responsibility and walk away should things go awry?
I don't know, you end up missing out on life, on what could be real and beautiful because when you are strong enough to go and take what you want, you really are happier as a person.
Quoting Hanover
Your partner is a reflection of the person that you are. I like hiking and sports, writing essays, listening to local bands, travelling independently, having a small number of friends and leading a small life. I dress normally. I love my job working with kids and have no further ambitions (I am very content in my work). I enjoy being creative and visiting art galleries. I am deeply passionate about human rights. He doesn't like girls like me - which I think is the real reason for his behaviour - he likes popular girls that have no mind enough for him to control, that dress like teenage clowns and pretend to care about things, things that will make them look good and ultimately him by extension rather than genuinely, that the people he associates with will approve of her. I am not someone they would approve and therefore I am not even worth it for him. We are different people like that because I would give up so much for someone I cared for and that was the only reason why things never manifested, not because he was innocent or vulnerable or I was scared.
Quoting Hanover
:halo:
If you are "Tater" does that make your kids "Tots"?
Yesterday at a celebration of life of a friend, I got caught by a 6 yr old who wanted to tell Aunt Tiffy a "Knock Knock" joke about the Orange. It was ssssssssso painful as she NEVER got to the banana part.
Unnecessary information I know but I don't want to go to church. :halo:
Timeline, male only kitten crawls? :eyes:
Hanoverian therapy methods are transcendent in nature, requiring objectifying one's own conduct for introspection. We do this by constantly asking ourselves what we've done and we allow our homunculus to assess it, splitting ourselves into two. I like that you've done this here (moving to a 3(a) on the Hanover Scale - pay for the seminar and find out if you're curious), declaring yourself looking stupid. My long winded absurd diversion into a non-existent therapy program only means to say that you looked stupid only to yourself. He thought you looked pretty and still wanted pretty girl to hold his hand. I know everything about men, remember?
But let's really step back and transcend this whole discussion and see what's really going on here. Compare yourself to LoneWolf and look at the differences in reactions to her. She is devastated (and I get I'm having an awkward convo about someone in the room listening, but Hanover gotta be Hanover), depressed, feeling lost, filled with self-blame, and pining over a man who was once there. She is heartbroken. Silly man on the keyboard sends her videos of Elvis and big hair man singing sappy love songs. Why? I'm cheering her up cuz she's sad.
Now splain yourself. There's no pining, hints of sadness, crying. No one is saying "pauvre pauvre TimeLine" because (1) you're not expressing pain, and (2) we don't speak French here. But the point here is that you seem to be seeking not comfort from your non-existent sadness, but instead some sort of understanding of what you're doing wrong in this dance, asking why do you keep stepping on folks' toes. Is that right, or was there really a time of genuine pining and heartbreak that you've just not shared (you can tell us anything, don't be a shy bird). I mean it sounds like you guys stopped seeing each other and you were like "what the fuck was that all about'?Quoting TimeLine
Since forever. I labor under no illusions that my insights exceed yours. Your femaleness puts you light years ahead of me in comprehending emotions and motivations. Truth.
But anyhoot (note the Hanoverian method of language adoption and the feelings of comfort it elicits), I didn't read the man child's mind. I just stated the universal truth that all men want women to crawl on their laps like kitty cats (mind out of the gutter perv - talking meowing regular old cats here). Quoting TimeLine
Your requirements are reasonable, but you don't need to try to universalize them to prove their legitimacy. That is, plenty of women have different requirements than you (thank the good Lord (playful jab)), but different strokes for different folks (allusion to the stroking inherent in the Tootsie Roll).Quoting TimeLine
Can be. Plenty of happy couples are very different. I'm not saying you're not right to look for certain similar interests, but oftentimes happiness is found in sharing a generalized demeanor, communicating on the same wave length and things like that. Whether you share in various hobbies matter less.Quoting TimeLine
We call this a Hanoverian shift (at least we do starting now), where you provide me additional deets of your situation that entirely changes the direction of the convo, calling into question your thoughts. Previously I was to learn that you worked diligently to establish a relationship with a buffoon, but the impediment of his buffoonery limited its development. Had our hapless oaf been capable of Hanoverian Transcendence (described supra), the two of you would now be tightly bound in the Tootsie Roll (or perhaps even the Cinnamon Bun). Now I am to learn that the failure of the relationship had little really to do with a failure to communicate and his general idiocy, but just old fashioned incompatibility. He wanted a vacuous gum popping Valley girl, not a simple goat milking village girl (playful jab - I can say anything I want if I say "playful jab" - called a "Hanoverian Jab - take the seminar). Anyway, I'm having trouble deciphering if (1) you never really liked the guy, but you were just pushing yourself because you felt like you might be being too particular, so you felt the need to give any relationship a whirl or (2) you did like the guy, but it didn't work out, so you're just now offering a sour grapes argument that it'd never work out anyway. I've already eliminated (3), which is that you are heartbroken. Your lack of respect for this guy appears genuine, meaning you're not just name calling someone who dumped you. And it's not clear that he dumped you or that you dumped him, but you haven't told us about that yet. It seems more like a mutual hostile walk off.
Which means there is still a chance for love to blossom. :heart: :heart: :heart:
Why did you have to get so personal with it? :gasp:
Btw it was a Corvette and what can I say? It was in the jeans~
My brothers and I would talk about how one day we were getting one of these sweet rides, eagle and all. Never happened. One day though. One day.
Did they fit so well you lost your mind looking at its rear end?
Once I grew up and stopped chasing cars NicK appeared in my life in this sweet ride
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and we are still living, happily, ever after that moment but we are not near the "end" that I am currently aware of. :heart:
You definitely caught my cue~ :up:
Sorry lovely, I just don't see myself gliding all over your bodice as though I were playing Wham-o Slip N' Slide. I like man alone. :cry:
Is this sesh free of charge too? If not, I can pay you when me and Cavacava meet in Israel in a couple of months by holding up a placard writing 'Hanover is a Sexy Beast' somewhere deeply religious to the dismay of passers-by. Like in a bus.
Quoting Hanover
He never said anything of the sort so I am only left with what was actually said - or not said - but it is nice to imagine that he liked me. You do know quite a lot about men that I would have never thought of myself.
Quoting Hanover
I am not a shy bird and am one of the few people here that speak openly about my personal experiences in a Nussbaum kind of way, so here is the honest truth. Just a little over three years have since passed and I nearly died from a broken heart. Quite literally. At one point, his behaviour hurt me so much that I became considerably sick. I cocooned myself away and stopped living and nothing, no one, no matter how much they would implore me to move on and let go, I found myself crying myself to sleep almost every night. I lost all trust in men and there were some days that I wished I never met him because maybe then I would have met someone else and would have been happy. The worst part about it all was that he never let me be me, he never allowed me to show him who I really was because I was too busy either feeling fear or confusion, wondering what he wanted or didn't want and it makes me angry, his games made me so angry because he escaped any responsibility in the hurt that he inflicted, likely telling himself that he done nothing wrong. I am almost certain he is oblivious to how much pain he has caused me and it hurts imagining him shrug his shoulders and tell himself otherwise, just as criminals do. I tried to be someone he would like that I got lost in his maze, realising that I knew nothing about who I really was.
I am very good at hiding my pain. I have always been good at that, because I see such pain as a type of weakness and because I have been on my own from a very young age, appearing strong is a survival mechanism; but deep within I am just a little girl. I had to fight to survive and I needed to survive this as I have everything else in my life. I had to face him and when I saw him again about a year ago, we didn't talk but the 'what the fuck was that all about' seed was planted within me, the empowerment started to grow because he was real again and I could see in his own life that he was simply having fun, that there was so much wrong with him and his social circle that I started to pity him and felt foolish. I was comparing me, someone like me, as being small and worthless because of his behaviour when, in fact, it was the other way around and that is not just the anger talking. As I said, he likes girls that dress like teenage clowns, that have no mind, their ambitions in life are basic and rather than trying to morph into a girl that he would like as I had tried to before, I finally began to see that I do have a mind and I am proud of it, so I started writing a blog writing essays, that I do have proper ambitions and I am proud of it, so I finished a masters degree and volunteered internationally, that I know good people and so intentionally kept my social networking small and intimate.
From that misery grew a powerful transformation and while indeed I am still that little girl inside, still wishing in some way that he could read this and realise his mistakes, still tearing up as I write about my experiences with him, still hoping that he would call me and apologise hoping to reconcile a friendship, still wondering whether he would ever find confidence to be himself and live a life not in the shadow of others but as himself, in the end it is only facts that I can rely on and the facts are that he is long gone and that he never cared for me. Why would he? He never knew me. I never knew me. Until now.
I hope in some way that some of the men here are able to see the importance of being gentle to a woman's feelings.
Quoting Hanover
Sorry pal, no stroking in the Tootsie Roll. It kind of involves curling.
Quoting Hanover
Wrong. We are just as stupid as you men. We are not light years ahead and that is almost borderline sexist that harbours the notion that somehow we are 'motherly' in our understanding of the male mind and therefore responsible in managing men. Nope. You guys are just as fucking weird to us as we are to you.
Quoting Hanover
Man child. Perfect phrase. As mentioned, I wanted to crawl all over him like a kitten the truth be told, and he remains the only man I have ever met that had some sort of a strange power over me. He was damned attractive. He may have only wanted that, but in doing so he allowed me to catch a glimpse of who I was, someone who would never give that to anyone unless he was the right man. I proved to myself that I am worthy to only be for the one person and the right person (as in, I didn't have sex with him).
Quoting Hanover
No, his failure to communicate and his general idiocy is confirmation of our incompatibility, that I am compatible with men who are confident and who respect me and admire me as I would them.
Had to ask! :blush:
The car or the graceful exchange of entertaining intimate thoughts between two beautiful women and how one can respectfully accept the lack of reciprocation?
Okay both hands back up on the keyboard! :lol:
Tell me what you expected it to look like?
I am pretty sure that it is not the first time that Timeline has been asked to consider the idea. Surely you know how attractive she is both in mind and body~ Why would I assume that she plays on one team only?
Why not hold a placard that says "The sky is blue" as well, considering you wish to inform the Israelis of the obvious. Oh, and thanks for the invite. I had to wash my hair that day anyway so couldn't have made it anyway. Quoting TimeLine
It does, and sorry you went through that. I've been on both ends of the break-up thing and both suck, although being dumped is far worse. Being too nice is also a bad thing, where you go through the motions not wanting to hurt someone and dragging it out, her knowing you're hanging on, and me being miserable.Quoting TimeLine
Weird. Quoting TimeLine
No! I'm stupider than you! I'm so going to win this argument. Just wait and see.
I don't want to divert too much, but I do believe the distinctions between men and women go beyond the simple anatomical. You sort of conceded it above where you asked for more understanding by men regarding how they treated women. Men and women are each screwy in the own weird ways, but I am so aware of the magical Spidey sense that women have, I often watch their reactions to see what I'm missing, much like you notice your dog when its ears perk up. Quoting TimeLine
Yeah, it looks like you guys had a major communication break down. That's frustrating even with people you remotely like, much more someone you really want to be with.Quoting TimeLine
We all do post game analysis because we want to know what went wrong, but sometimes you realize the game was lost for so many reasons, it's hard to really isolate any one thing. And it's actually easier to lose for a thousand reasons than just one bad play, where you sit around wondering "what if" I hadn't made that one blunder. You guys weren't compatible because your values were different, your communication styles were different, your ambitions were different, and it sounds like you were a whole lot smarter than him. But love is indiscriminate and you fell for Hotty McHotty and got a bit battered, but you're better for it now.
Like the big haired man said "love hurts."
There are a number of post-game regrets that I have, despite the entirety of the problem being caused by him. One predominant flaw on my side was that I took the advice from others who told me he was crazy and gave me tips to try and get rid of him, which just made me look really bad. They saw in him a pretty strong attachment and suggested the best thing to do was present myself in a way that would put him off so that he can leave willingly. I regret listening to others, because I know that despite his overwhelming flaws, we actually were compatible. I hid all of that, the joker that I am, the traditional person that I am, the intelligence etc. I genuinely believed at one point from what others were telling me that he was going to hurt me and so I closed the door to his initial knocking (or banging I should say) until I later figured out that all I needed to do was control the situation. By the time I opened the door and tried to trust the situation, he was in the shadows, behind the fucking trees or whatever.
A man in my current job recently started this whole flirt game with me despite being in a relationship and I was phenomenally brutal in my honesty against his behaviour right at the beginning that he backed off very quickly and has since shown me nothing but respect. There is nothing wrong with flirting with your partner or when the conditions are right, but I realised that I have a lot of integrity in my own person, that I am not someone's plaything or mistress or side woman, that virtue and honour actually mean something to me so no man will ever be able to cross that line with me. In a way, I am proud that despite Hotty McHotty being ridiculously sexy, despite him having that strange power over me, I was on the flip-side still strong enough not to allow him to take away my virtue and honour. That is why I know that I love myself, because I respect who I am. But I do regret presenting myself as someone that I am not, although it came from a place that only wanted to protect me.
Quoting Hanover
:up:
Quoting Hanover
Where is your imagination? Tools are sometimes required to achieve desired outcomes, no?
Quoting Hanover
Do you like Israel or something? Shampooing your hair is of vital importance to your grooming regime, let's not forget, but hey, you are welcome to hang out with us and our chic, trendy Tel Avivian brahs.
Quoting Hanover
You are still wrong, sorry, I am not going to agree with you. Think about those women who are consistently abused by their partners and yet continue to 'love' them as they remain in the relationship despite being treated like dirt. There are also very manipulative women who advantageously use men for personal gain and men who only use women for sex alone as though she were a commodity. The differences between men and women in some instances are perhaps the ease for a woman to remain monogamous comparatively, which is clearly seen in homosexual communities where gay men seem to run rampant whereas gay women form long-term relationships (not to say either cannot do one or the other, but predominantly). Why do you think religion is full of male prophets? Because men were the one's that needed the information.
Some women, and I hope to class myself in this category, are independent, intuitive and loving and they simply want to find a person who stands equal to them. If you are not like that and you meet someone who is, you will think she is magical. It's like calling someone holy just because they are good people. They are not holy. A psychoanalyst may help you find out things about you that you never knew, but that does not make them have some magical Spidey sense, all they are doing is holding a mirror. Women are holding that mirror to make you see yourself better, but men are also holding that mirror. You are stupid and you happened to meet someone who isn't.
Alright, some new facts provided by you, so some revisions of sorts by me:
You were not above it. You were down in it. You did stupid shit to him. He did stupid shit to you. You listened to your friends to manipulate responses by him. He likely did the same to manipulate behavior from you. You noticed the artificiality of his behavior. He likely noticed the same of yours.
You regret the games you played, but despise the games he played. You blame him for all that went wrong, yet you describe wrong behavior on your part.
Don't worry, I'm not saying you were equals. You invested, threw yourself in it, bounced all around in the chaos of the turbulence. You loved him in this painful suicidal way. You were genuinely living life, hacking away the best you could with some degree of acknowledged ineptitude to find happiness. But not him. He didn't crash and burn. He bounced around with you, but where you were fighting, he was just along for the playful ride, maybe even smirking. Your intuition keeps telling you he didn't care about you, and that's why. You felt yourself struggling, crying, yearning and he just rode the roller coaster with his hands in the air enjoying the ride.
So, am I retracting my prior comment that he did care about you, despite all your intuitions telling you that he did not? I would, given these new comments by you, but for this one seemingly terribly inconsistent comment slipped in: "Quoting TimeLine
Now I understand your regret. As I noted, a team that loses by 10 goals doesn't look for that one thing that went wrong because there was a complete breakdown, but a team that loses in a tiebreaker will remember every small mistake that cost the game. You feel like there was a moment in time when you could have sent the message to him that you were serious because you feel like he was serious at one fleeting second before your self-doubt kicked in and you stopped listening to yourself but instead to your friends.
Yeah, he wanted to hold your hand at first, maybe even later, but it got crazy too fast.Quoting TimeLineHey Tiff, I think Timeline is talking about your rabbit thingy.Quoting TimeLine
I've not said that women make good decisions about the men they choose. I'm just saying that women's intuition is a thing.Quoting TimeLine
The data shows that lesbian relationships last the shortest. http://www.thehomoarchy.com/lesbian-realtionships-are-significantly-less-stable-then-anyone-elses-why/
From my own studies based upon a large number of films that I have reviewed, I have found the typical lesbian relationship lasts about five minutes, the participants are usually two or more very attractive women, and they are profoundly uninhibited, often allowing men to participate.
This really hurts, because I knew that but didn't want to believe it. I think he really did not care about me at all and all those games stemmed not from any feelings of affection but rather a deep hostility toward me for not giving him the sole thing that he wanted. I think that is why I was so sad, because I wanted to hold his hand and for him hold mine back, but he treated me in such a way as to make me feel afraid of him. I yearned for him to 'see me' and get to know the real me so that he may realise that bullying me was wrong, that I am a good person, but then I kept myself hidden and never showed him who I was because he was bullying me. Do you see the confusion he wrought? I felt ugly, small, afraid, and terribly sad and I tried everything I could to be friends with him, behaving in ways that I thought he may like while hiding who I really was. I also think that I needed to tell myself that his hostility stemmed from somewhere innocent and maybe that is what I still want to believe, but only to save myself from the hurt that someone I like didn't like me. He enjoyed his games and I needed him gone, I needed help from friends at that time because I was struggling with so many emotions I didn't understand - more than humanly possible - while dealing with him in the shadows. I needed other people to think for me because I was so helpless.
I just liked him, that's all. I didn't do anything to deserve that and I blamed myself for so long as though something was wrong with me and that is why I got sick. I wished I was strong enough to see all this back then so that I could have prevented all that hurt by finding the empowerment to walk away from it all myself. And without any resentment, jealousy or hostility, I still do look at his life and see that while he may be having fun, I would be miserable in his shoes and can see why he would enjoy hurting someone like me to escape that life.
Anyway, never again. Hold my hand?
Quoting Hanover
Fair enough, but are you saying that men don't have intuition?
Quoting Hanover
Is that the thing with the vacuum cleaner?
Hanover! I told you the rabbit died!
It was a sad day but he was given a proper send off before being replaced :joke:
Hmm no but interesting idea! :lol:
@jamalrob going....going....
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:kiss: Such a proud God Mother over here
What exactly would be in the vacuum cleaner bag when you emptied it? Some old French fries, maybe a credit card receipt, you know, whatever might have fallen into your lap on your way to work?
There is no "bag" and I have faith in the Universe that you will soon find someone who is able to explain it to you in person. :rofl:
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Men's intuition is a mix of experience and rationality, but not just true intuition. It's something, but it's different. Like if you were talking to some dude, laughing, flipping your hair, licking your lips, holding your hips, gyrating , I might be like "wassup wid dat" and you'd be like "awww baby it ain't nothin but a chicken wang" and I'd be like "for realz?" and you'd be like "you know it's you and only you," and then I'd go bout my bidness like nothins up, and on the side, you'd be like hittin dude up, making plans an shit, and I'd be damn two timed. See, now if we flipt dat scrip and I'm chattin some lady up, you'd be like "Nuuu-uuuu" and I'd be like "baby, she nothin I swear," but you'd be like "nuuu-uuuu" til I was cryin on the curb "lemme in baby, I'm 'sorry, it ain't like dat," and then you'd finally lemme back in only after I learned my damn lesson, cuz you know bullshit when you see bullshit.
The difference, as you can see, is that the gentleman in our example could be convinced his conclusions were wrong because his intuition didn't offer him the certainty and clarity as did the young woman in our example.
Alright, I've got this one. What smells like a horse, is covered in dirt, is super tired, and is happy?
Sounds like someone might be preggers with a centaur.
He better be careful not to catch fire.
I accidentally deleted my post about pap smears and stallions. Such a good post, too. It thoroughly confirmed that you were wrong. :fear:
Nevertheless! Intuitions never offer certainty, that is why it is 'intuition' and exists as a feeling, a sense that something is not right but that you rationally or consciously cannot understand or articulate why. It is a feeling and the response is often emotional, such as experiencing anxiety and it could well be that culturally through concepts of masculinity, many men fail to be given the adequate training to explore such feelings. They just avoid it or, lacking the experience, interpret it incorrectly.
I mean, are you suggesting here that women are intuitive, or are you suggesting that men are dumb? Your story has no correlation, in my opinion, to intuition at all, it is about rationality or the lack thereof. There is also a balance of probability here. More men tend to cheat, you would have to be one hell of a stupid girl to not figure out that he is doing shit behind your back, from changes in his behaviour and responses to you. It is all rational, your ability to interpret others.
I love horses, especially riding fast because they are beasts, cars that are alive and that means a little less control from you and a bit of trust in them. It is so exhilarating. And your butt has a good workout :razz:
OMG! Did you know there is a name for females that get weak in the knees when a Fire Fighter is around? Or maybe know that her local firehouse shops on Saturday am? ONLY because I like to shop before it's 100* outside!
I think I am glad I missed this post? Pap smears I get but stallions? Maybe I am just used to riding geldings.
It is an amazing time to be alive when you are aligned. :love:
Lol, yeah, definitely have to have trust. It is actually very hard for me to trust because I was in an accident while riding fast that I shouldn't have survived from. Slowly, slowly, I gain confidence back lol. Do you ever ride at liberty with no saddle or bridle? It is great fun!
You'll recall a prior post where I specifically stated I would prove men were stupider than women, so it should come as no surprise to you that I would remain on point.
Next, stop attacking my story. It was a good story, nice plot line, developed characters, and, if you'd have asked instead of launching into attack mode, you'd have known the setting, a picturesque town in the wine region of France. A wonderful place, but for the French.
Back on point, though. There is often rationality behind the intuition to explain it, else I'd be arguing that women were irrational impulsive messes, insisting upon judgments rooted in the blowing of the wind. But that's not what I'm arguing (at least I'm bright enough not to admit it here), but I'm saying the impulse precedes the rationality, and, while the impulse may be ultimately defensible rationally, it is not the basis. For that reason, when a woman says her judgment tells her X, all the rational defenses in the world hold no weight, not because the woman isn't rational (ahem, just clearing my throat), but because the intuition is immovable and rational defenses appear as lame excuses.
This is all to say that I am not arguing that intuition and rationality are diametrically opposed. If I were, then I would be saying women's intuition really is nothing more than women's irrationality. And if I said that, I'd have no one's hand to hold.
Damn straight :up:
You do realise that I am a woman. And you are a man.
Stupidhead.
Quoting Hanover
Listen here, old horse, but I darn well attack whatever I please. Your story lacked stamina and finesse, lustreless like your personality. There were no colours in the words, no robustness in the characters. In France? Where is the blushing, voluptuous milkmaid preparing her cow, or the dashing youth overflowing with testosterone that catches a glimpse of her ankles and becomes enamoured, or indeed the bitter middle-aged man with a giant, provocative moustache who is prepared to kill so he can marry her? The suspense! The intensity! But no, you were resolved on bringing forth from your creative womb some dodgy couple hanging out in a car park in Detroit.
Quoting Hanover
Have you never encountered a person who appears to believe that his/her partner is cheating or doing things behind their back only because they themselves have cheated and done shifty things? The person is misinterpreting the guilt that they feel by projecting the blame onto others. How can you say that intuition precedes rationality, when it is rationality that regulates and articulates our behaviour and our responses? What we call 'intuition' is just a feeling, an emotional response and indeed it is our subjective or unconscious constitution that we experience though these sensations, it is absolutely useless without reason and rational thought. It just makes a person anxious or depressed or feeling all weird without understanding why.
There is no 'women are irrational' or 'men are stupid' or all these generic stereotypes that you are continuously formulating as part of some broader generalisations between the two sexes. There is just "intuition" and "rationality" and the former is dependent on the latter. Doesn't matter what gender you are, you are either irrational or rational. Kantian distinctions of intuition is more objective and conscious vis-a-vis representations, but the idea of how most interpret the word 'intuition' is that sensation we feel that is devoid of any real indication of factual properties. We can create meaning to these feelings and rather imaginatively too, but the conditions for any authentic retrospection requires factual determinates dependent on reason.
Ha! I said I'd prove men stupider than women, and now I have. Wait, though, this shows you're stupid for not realizing I did that, which means you're stupider. Damn you.Quoting TimeLine
Unlike you, obviously a daughter of an archduke or perhaps a high priestess or some such shit, I grew up in the hip hop area of the Boudreaux region, and that is precisely how we talk when hanging out on our burro (not in a car like your royal highness). Please remember that just because you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth, there are other people out there who didn't, who have been relegated to late night love making beneath the simple setting of the moon in the back seat of their burro, while listening to the off-key humming of "Love Hurts" by a stray vineyard urchin, who was paid a small rock for his services.
Quoting TimeLine
Now for some real analysis. What you have identified is not a distinction between intuition and carefully thought out decisions, but you have only identified how it is that bad information results in bad decisions. That will be the case whether the decision is knee jerk or whether you write out the pros and cons in your unicorn adorned journal and deliberate upon the reasons for days. If I believe that people are prone to cheat because I am a cheating dog, then I will necessary allow that bias to impact my conclusion that you too are a cheating dog despite the scant other evidence supporting it. My conclusion is rational in its own right, considering my data points are derived from my own experience, which is that I have cheated much in the past.
What I mean here is that if you have a past that is filled with all sorts of unhealthy events, those events will drive many of your decisions, and you will think them rational whether the decision is well thought out or not. Complicating matters further is that no amount of introspection is likely to free you from those biases in thought, as those biases will continue to pervade the introspection. It will require someone to inform you of your blind spots and you must be receptive to that information. In fact, depending upon how deeply held the unhealthy viewpoint, it might be ingrained in your entire worldview, and it will take nothing less than full trust and faith in the conclusions of others not so impacted by your blind spot.
As I've said, I don't draw a distinction between intuitive and rational. I just consider intuition the pre-digested conclusion, that is formed prior to a conscious deliberation of details and facts. It is the sudden knowledge, for example, that you should not take that job. You might go through the various reasons supportive of that decision upon conscious deliberation, but you might also find yourself searching for the rational basis, recognizing that many of your very valid reasons lie in your subconscious unarticulated to yourself. It is why you instinctively say no to many things as it is so obvious to you, and it wouldn't be until someone asked you why that you might attempt to offer a reason, but, in truth, you instinctively knew the reasons prior to your hammering out your itemization of reasons. I'd also say that there are plenty of times as well that you allow your rational, deliberate decision making to over-ride your intuitive response, only to later learn you should have trusted your intuitions. The reason for that being that some of the intuitive reasons might not have been fully expressible and were therefore missed during your internal deliberation.
And as an aside, I really do believe in the ineffability of thought and ideas. In fact, so much so, that I find those philosophies that deny it completely incomprehensible.
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Hella yeah!
From what?
I’ve heard of this sort of thing before, as in:
I’ve also been told it means one hasn’t become fully dead inside.
Strife can be a pain in the … heart. But then there wouldn’t be any pleasure in living life without it every now and then … at least in the before and after parts.
Over the months we have known each other, we've clashed once or twice about this reason vs. intuition thing. Sometimes you've been mean to me and I went off with my tail between my legs like a frightened puppy. Poor T Clark. Now I'm ready to take you on like a man!!! :strong: Well...
Anyway. In a normal situation on the forum, with someone reasonable like, say, Sapientia :joke: , I'd discuss the differences in our opinions and try to come to some sort of reconciliation. But with you I'll lay it out without pulling my punches. You're wrong, and you're blind. :grimace: To believe that reason is anything except a veneer we paste over what our hearts tell us is self-deception. I have always seen that reason is something we add later to justify what we already believe. Over the past year, I've also come to see that some people can use it as a tool to guide them to a place where they can be free of the shackles our feelings put on us. I have a lot of respect for that.
That doesn't change which comes first. We do what we do because of who, what, we are. It comes from inside. The, I don't know, is it irony, is that you and I come down in just about the same place in terms of what is the right way to live our lives. Compassion, honesty, honor, strength, generosity, grace. I must admit, you have come closer to that ideal than I have, but that's not a matter of reason, it's a matter of character.
I’m aware that anything I might say will be trite. So I’ll say this trite thing: It’s part and parcel of the empathetic life not to be dead inside, with both its ups and downs—ups and downs that most empathetic people share. To those who even remotely cherish empathy, more empathetic people are needed in the world. And it can be painful when these empathetic folk no longer are as numerous due to, well, joining the clan of the non-empathetic people that are out there. This isn’t not about cheering you up. It’s about wanting strength in you during the hard times that presently are.
A partial song lyric I never ended up putting to music: “turn you’re sorrow into anger and your hatred into love”. … anger at all that’s fu*ked up with the world; and self-loathing or antipathy can be a form of hatred.
Silence!
Not sure if this will help - I don't have a lot of friends, but I have found friends here. If you hang around a little while, you will too. Maybe that's not enough, but this could be a place where you feel at home.
How dare you speak about Tiff like that!
Quoting Hanover
Truth be told, I was raised a pauper in Roubaix, one of those proletarians that worked as a child, ash and soot on my wee nosey, and schools that merely housed me by day as I couldn't afford books. I got smacked around by my brother and my sisters were meanies. Even now I have no car, but I thank you for recognising the whole commoner to queen princess thingi.
Nevertheless, I will respond to you and @T Clark tonight when I get home, since I want to destroy both of your arguments and the day is ghastly and rainy and cold.
Ah, yes. The voice of reason.
You old fool. You dare challenge me?
I've been old since before you could vote and a fool since before you were born.
Empathy seems painful. And I suck at emotional stuff. Always have. They don't make much sense to me... but I try.
I had a hike planned today but I had to cancel because of the weather, but just like horse riding, being outdoors and active in nature is really useful and helpful in so many ways. Spending time at the park, in forests, on hikes or any outdoor natural environment can improve blood pressure, memory, release stress, eliminate fatigue, and even reduce inflammation providing a number of other physical benefits such as strengthening your immune system, helping you increase your concentration, and all that can boost your self-esteem and improve your mood which thus allows you the improved cognition to tackle rumination. Rumination is the worst symptom and a promotor of the negative affect of depression or anxiety. Camping or hiking can improve psychological and behavioural well-being and is really an effective treatment modality to help you understand how to connect to others and nature. It is really evolutionary.
Get back on your horse or camp out. Even hiking on your own can really change you for the better.
Hmm, yeah. I have found two out of my three friends here lol. And those two I don't know with certainty if they want to stay friends...
Holy shit, we're just cold and rainy here. Ok then, jump on youtube and do those 20min HIIT workouts :lol: and stay safe.
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I'm telling you @Lone Wolf, this is all utter bullshit. The path to happiness is not paved with hikes, camping, horses, or even the warm embrace of a lover. It is paved with this magical aural elixer from the frozen hills of Sweden:
Who are you talking to? It kind of reminds me of those office gossips that start rambling broad concepts and themes in meetings as though they are indirectly trying to say something to others to justify the whispers they did near the xerox machine with Stacey.
Quoting T Clark
Yes, yes, we get you want to act like some father of moderation. *Pats on the head
Quoting T Clark
The voice of reason.
Quoting T Clark
Who said anything about a 'veneer'? Reason is there to interpret, to explain, to understand and if reason is disordered or in chaos - i.e. irrational - translating that intuitive experience is impossible. It is reliant on your reason and rationality and they are not mutually exclusive, separate where one precedes the other, but bound together.
Quoting T Clark
Because of how I interpret those experiences, my desire to be confronted - however harsh - with my own capacity for inauthentic interpretations, for self-deceit, my desire to further ameliorate my knowledge and understanding so that when I reflect on experiences, when I try to network through the complexity and the puzzle of my emotions and feelings, I can piece it all together. My intuition is a voice that has no words, but reason provides those words and enables me to articulate what it means. Any 'veneer' is really just an inauthentic interpretation of that intuitive experience, a way to silence or settle the emotions by suggesting false ideas or methods to calm it, such as what New Ageism can provide. This is evidence of why - as Epictetus said - since it is reason which shapes and regulates all other things, it ought not itself to be left in disorder.
First of all, using a Winnie the Pooh pen with fluffy yellow feathers at a national conference with senior executives does not make me unprofessional.
Secondly, you have not actually answered the problem here, which is that reason disordered leaves any authentic understanding of our subjective emotional experiences false. The moral dimensions of criminals and their denial of any wrongdoing or remorse is an example of our capacity to violate reason and it is not that these criminals themselves are lacking in anaclitic dependence or empathy, but that they genuinely believe that they have done no wrong.
That guy who broke my heart several years ago is in a Jezebel/Ahab relationship, and while he has such a profound intelligence and capacity to be so much more - all that I thought I saw in him - he has instead deteriorated into this cruel man because he quite literally follows and copies her, someone so empty who is nothing but a public performer. Kardashians, for instance, offer nothing to this world other than teaching people to get plastic surgery and be sexual objects and overdose on makeup, use the concept of 'normal' as a tool to justify what is actually fucked up behaviour. It is not normal. But, when everyone thinks that she is normal, he thinks she is normal too, but deep within we know the truth, we know that behaving that way is fucked up and if he is someone who doubts himself enough to follow others, he simply does not have the rational capacity to articulate that inner feeling telling him that she is fucked up.
So he goes on thinking something is wrong with him or doubts himself since everyone else is saying she is normal, so much so that he is building a life with her while taking drugs, drinking steroids and just looks like a male version of a Kardashian, no ambitions in life other than pretending - like she does - that he has a career, all about the physical, about the show and nothing about the inner, no substance. So, it is not like his behaviour toward me is sociopathic, but rather he has such low self-esteem that the games that he played with me, he is really playing with himself. It takes a level of courage to not only see that self-deceit, but to say 'no' to the people and follow this intuitive feeling, to become the King of Nineveh so to speak who listens to the voice of reason despite what everyone else does.
So you don't actually get - as clearly showcased above - the dynamics of this intuitive/rational relationship.
Quoting Hanover
Exactly, but when you are a child, you don't have the cognitive capacity to understand many of the experiences that you have and so as a child, how you interpret those experiences remains or is stored away as you continue grow and evolve, a kind of habitus that becomes embedded into your psyche that despite the fact rationality is actually an evolving and continuous thing, your responses and attitude to your experiences remain 'stuck' and why you think, clearly and honestly, that your responses are actually ok or normal. That feeling it gives to you makes sense, even if everyone around you is like what the fuck. If my dad is violent, someone I love and admire as a child, then what is wrong with violence? Beating nine colours of shit out of someone suddenly doesn't feel immoral. Whether we would like to admit this or not, we are conditioned by our experiences as children and our environment, but the point about cognition and about rationality is that we have the capacity to stand outside of those conditioned responses and start to analyse them... rationally.
It is true that you will never entirely be free of such conditioning as it stands to be a part of our being, our learning and language and therefore our identification with the external world, but we can access them piece by piece, we can become receptive to our reactions and understanding of ourselves and others.
Quoting Hanover
I hope you mean some thoughts and ideas.
Haha.
I've wanted to reengage with you on this subject since our most recent previous discussion. I think it was in "Being or Having." It was the first time I really understood how committed Kant and you are to the primacy of reason. I never felt like I laid out my position effectively.
Quoting TimeLine
What is unreasonable, irrational, about my statement? I'm not being sarcastic. I think this issue highlights a weakness in your philosophy, one you don't see. I don't think I'll convince you of that, but I'd like to give you what I got from that previous discussion - an accurate understanding of where I stand. Of an alternate way of seeing things.
Quoting TimeLine
I'm the one who used the word "veneer." Thinking about it, maybe "armor" or "shield" is better. The "intuitive experience" does not need to be "interpreted." It is perfectly capable of speaking for itself, without words of course. The idea that intention and action must be mediated by conscious thought is an illusion. In my experience, most of the things I do go from wherever they come from straight to action without passing through words. And I'm not just talking about reflexive actions like breathing or repetitive, physical actions like riding a bike. I include complex social activities like interacting with people or groups of people.
For me, reason and reflection come in to stop me from doing something, change the direction of my response, or deal with an unexpected or unfamiliar situation. If you saw me in everyday life, you would see that, sometimes, it would be better if they came in sooner and more often.
Based on what you've written here and elsewhere, I understand this is not your experience. It's always seemed to me that the philosophy we end up with has as much to do with temperament as anything else. You are a willful person. I'm sure you were born that way. I'm not. Will does not work for me. That doesn't mean I'm not responsible for my actions or lack of action. Will and reason are not prerequisites for responsibility and morality.
Quoting TimeLine
And here we get to why a shield, armor might be needed - because of a fear of self-deceit, of impulse leading to weak or self-destructive behavior. Which brings me to my problems with the rationalist approach. The armor can be rigid and constricting. Misleading. Words can take on a life of their own. It can be tempting for a rationalist to think that manipulating words is the same as understanding. That shows up a lot here on the forum.
One of the things that struck me in some previous discussions is that Kant and you seem to think that the only path to moral action is through reason. What that means practically is that people get judged, not on their behavior, but on their internal life, on the process they go through, who they are.
My experience is exactly the opposite. For me, the internal voice examining and reexamining everything used to cut off any connection to, awareness of, internal life. The process of healing has involved learning self-awareness without the intercession of words.
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Nicely said.
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