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I'd like to claim I couldn't bring myself to go, but I've got quite well-developed will-power when it comes to doing necessary work. I just have very little willpower when it comes to indulging petty resentment

For all Aadhya wants to talk about being a loser, she has a well-polished reputation; they all do. Mine started out grimy and was in the process of being covered in the slop of my own stupid pride.

...my primary wasn't what you'd call a hotbed multiculturalism. One of the girls once told me I was the color of upsettingly weak tea, which isn't even true but has occupied a niche in my head ever since

Goals are good for setting a direction, but systems are best for getting results.

"I feel compelled to point out," said Sophie finally, "that you've just refused to take money from me now because I'm drunk. But you've invited me to a party where you presumably try to get a lot of people drunk and then ask them for money."
"Yeah, it's not unethical if you print invitations."

Most of the people who aren't you understand that capitalism is exploitative and climate change is a problem and that choices we make can support things that are bad or unjust. But we survive by a precarious strategy of not thinking about it. And reminding us of that makes us sad, and we don't like being sad, so we get angry.

Of course, while most of us would say that homeless people are human beings and therefore deserve to be looked after, Dr. Fairclough would argue that homeless people are human beings and, thus, plentiful and ecologically somewhere between insignificant and a net detriment. Unlike dung beetles, which are irreplaceable. Which is why she looks at the data and I talk to the press.

"Aren't you eating?"
"Nah, don't really feel like it after such a task."
"Oh, Rusty, you'll change your tune soon enough, believe me. You'll have to learn not to sweat the small stuff by this job, or you'll be finished. As for the smell, someday you'll be so used to it that you'll even miss it when you take time off.

Mr. Edwin Harrowby was a valet from London and had left his last post due to irreconcilable differences with his master. The differences boiled down to Mr. Harrowby saying 'perquisites' and his master saying 'stealing'. It was a common cause of difference.

Yeah, I'll just code a patch to stop feeling anxiety, wow, why didn't I think of that earlier. (That was sarcasm, I have too much organic neural tissue for that to work.) (Of course I've already tried it.)

... this is also MY (Smartarse) actual response when told to stop stressing. 🤓

"I don't know what's wrong with me," I had told Mensah.
"I think you might know," she had said."You just don't want to talk about it."

It should be reassuring that humans don't get what other humans are thinking, either, but it just highlights how fucked up human neural tissue can be.

"I am just not a toucher. What am I going to do?"
Do you have two hands? Can you put them together? Now, imagine that you have your spouse in the middle and pull him/her toward you. I'll bet that if you hug your spouse three thousand times, it will begin to feel more comfortable.

Give your spouse a book and agree to read it yourself. Then offer to discuss together a chapter each week. Don't choose a book that you want him or her to read. Choose a book on a topic in which you know your spouse has an interest: sex, football, needlework, money management, child rearing, religion or backpacking.

WARNING: understanding the five love languages and learning to speak the primary love language of your spouse may tadically affect his or her behavior.

...for risks and side effects ask your Doctor or Pharmacist. 😬

"Hardly anyone wants to die, they all want to live. For the future - that's what it's generally about. I'm kinda busy today, but in the future I'll definitely make time to enjoy life."

Everything had to be truthful, real and connected. Practically all who spent their time in this virtual world wanted to experience things, to live, and to feel. To be truly visible. Intimate yet still connected with the rest of the world. However most of them hid behind a resounding name, or at the very least a resounding description.

A Descent Into The Maelstrom - ***1/2

Silence - **

Metzengerstein - ** 1/2

King Pest - ***

Bon Bon - *** 1/2

"That's why I lied about the heavy rain, so you'd stay home that day."
"So that I wouldn't be killed...?"

No. It wasn't a coincidence. ... we have sacrificed him so we could live peacefully. We need to take responsibility for this 'decision'.

Bringing your own cool box to class, for the express purpose of storing your favourite brand of milk has to qualify for some type of extreme bougie-ness, right? 😆

Look at him, button-up shirt made with quality fabric, well-groomed hair. Though lately it felt like [he] was trying a bit too hard to keep up apoearances. As if keeping himself looking tody kept him human.

When human beings can cover their faces and hide behind a shield of goodness, they release their aggression without hesitation. Not even realizing their aggressiveness for what it is. This has to end, if not today then soon...

I'm not sure if what I was doing qualified as treatment. Perhaps it was, in terms of bringing a challenge to the structure of the brain. But no. I think that I was pushing back against this thing that we call life. Insisting that people deserved to live in peace. That we could make it through, even when the world was cruel. That a life fraught with misfortune could make the bad stuff disappear.

Meanwhile, he persistently exhibited an abnormal interest in the 'DEATH' that had besieged his grandfather. The death that had deprived him of what mattered to him most. But what if he became the 'DOER', taking death into his own hands? Would this bring him closer to a mastery over death? Would death become less scary than it was before?

Homir Munn has the largest collection of Muliana - if I may use the phrase to signify collected data concerning the Mule - in existence