Why do alcoholics begin down the same hazardous road day after day? Any alcoholic knows that life is not all bad, that there comes a moment between the morning’s hangover and the night’s oblivion when things are balanced very nicely, and the sun slants in through the bar windows, and there’s a good song on the jukebox, and the customers might even start dancing. Each day is a window that opens briefly after the hangover and before the blackout, and you can never tell what you’ll see through that window. The alcoholic’s day consists of trying to keep that window open.
Alcoholism doesn’t require the kind of flamboyant craziness we see in movies like The Hangover, but it does seem to require an introverted monitoring of whether you feel as good (or well) as you think you should. […] In most cases, it is simply a habitual inability to avoid getting wasted.
“Alcoholics or drug addicts feel wrong when they don’t feel right. Eventually they feel very wrong, and must feel right, and at that point their lives spiral down into some sort of final chapter—recovery if they’re lucky, hopelessness and death if they’re not. Drunks always think that if they could fix all the things that are wrong, then they could stop drinking. It never occurs to them to stop drinking first.
Henry the 6th
I cannot say much for this Monarch’s sense. Nor would I if I could, for he was a Lancastrian. I suppose you know all about the Wars between him & the Duke of York who was of the right side; if you do not, you had better read some other History, for I shall not be very diffuse in this, meaning by it only to vent my Spleen against, & shew my Hatred to all those people whose parties or principles do not suit with mine, & not to give information. This King married Margaret of Anjou, a Woman whose distresses & misfortunes were so great as almost to make me who hate her, pity her. It was in this reign that Joan of Arc lived & made such a row among the English. They should not have burnt her – but they did.
Informal Complaint Number: PROBLEM01135132
Informal complaints about The Simpsons television show made to the Federal Communications Commission (FCC), Washington, D.C., 2003 - 2007
tyrannicidefound asked: You say your products do not break, which means I must be pretty fucking talented to have crushed so many. Do I get a sticker? Preferably one with a lot of colors?
We have spoken with your juvenile army in the past. Now you reveal yourself to us?
If you’re referring to the helicopters, then understand: you have done nothing. Nothing.
We are larger than your town. We are larger than this world. We are larger than this plane of existence you stand trembling upon, eager to dash yourself against the rocks of your ignorance of your place in the scheme.
We will win. You will lose. This is the truth. A smiling god has decreed it so, and you hold less authority than the dirt beneath our feet.I have seen the collective knowledge of millions of thoughts, billions of thoughts, of thousands upon millions of people, and there is no waste in it. A mind is a terrible thing to waste. Instinct is a terrible thing to ignore. Instinct resides within the heart, and its resonance is that which guides us to be Found, to our right Path and to our task.
There is no shame in death. Rotting holds only a bringing forth of what is new, a breaking down of what is old- a recycling of sorts, a body sinking in to become a part of everything that is. This is the Path that has always been and always will be, and it is not such a fearful thing. It is not sentiment, it is fact, and for you to destroy it, to even touch it, is a horrific act that I cannot say surprises me. We do not want to be enlightened. We do not want to be perfect.
We are not perfect. We are cracked. We are flawed. We are Found. Your price is too high and the gain is a loss. I thought you were supposed to know business. Or is it that your ‘skills’ have gone rusty?
If you want to talk business, then you should go to one of your silly little schools for silly little people who grow up to sell silly things to other silly little people and puff, puff, puff away at the dirty air until eventually they tuck themselves in for beddy-bye and snuggle the Earth in their silly little wooden boxes.
Our price may be too high, in your opinion. Our gain may be a loss, in your opinion. But your opinion is just a bunch of electric fire in your head, tossing around biased signals at a pathetically sluggish speed until it eventually just can’t anymore. We are eternal. Our opinion is eternal, if you could call the whim of the stars an opinion. And it will overpower yours at every turn, no matter what you think or say or do, no matter how many helicopters you down. Because things like helicopters mean nothing when there are always more. Actions like rebellion mean nothing when they don’t have even the tiniest chance of succeeding in crystallizing their perpetrators’ intent in the physical world.
Our skills have not gone rusty, and we will never go rusty, though we will begin to blink our billion eyes and you will be gone before we have opened them again.
Dear internet, this is how you gently and thoughtfully change people’s minds. No shaming, no yelling, just a nice nudge to, “Aha!”
I will aspire to use classy same tone next time I try to educate someone about something!
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: people can be really anal about this stuff. It’s really rather mental. And it makes me depressed, this madness about using mental health terms so loosely and getting offended by it. It’s a cancer on our language - we don’t get upset when bilious terms of non-mental illness are used, so why so we get so bloated and dyspeptic when terms from mental illness are used this way?
If anything, it only further serves to make mental illness a weird, foreign, non-medical thing, and stick it in this naughty, shameful, taboo corner
It’s not a contradiction. I don’t think it’s purposeful, but… Those films pacify people. Films where the protagonist beats the big bad corp pacify more than the reverse. They provide a false sense of catharsis, supplanting any actual motive for a fight.
‘when you see the amazing sight’
after ‘wanderer above the sea of fog’ by caspar david friedrich, 1818