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Having an issue with the wig. I need to do the next step to see if things resolve themselves, but if they don't, I may be Eris in jammies instead of Wicked Lady.
Sushi went fine. Brief uncomfortable moments, but overall good.
So instead of cosplay sweatshopping last night, we marathoned more Ouran Host Club. ^_^ I don't think I've ever squeeed so much as when I watch that show. It is *amazingly* cute. ^^ And I got the first four episodes from Trae, so last night I finally got to see eps 2 and 3 after I got home (I got distracted before I watched the 4th). ^^ Oh, tonight, I must remember to get Death Note from Amanda.
During my dad's adventures obtaining Xmas presents for Tina and I, he had a slight mishap at the comic book store. JC (the owner) normally waits on him but he was busy so some new guy tried to assist dad with the manga I had requested (Ranma 1/2, Ah! My Goddess, Xxxholic, and Tsubasa). Well the new guy was just like, "oh there's some over on that rack," and points my poor father to the hentai!! (which I don't think he knew existed before that) Luckily, he just looked at the titles (though the titles were bad enough) and didn't actually flip through them or I think my somewhat conservative father would be forever scarred by visions of tentacles and yaoi.
One of my friends just found out this morning that a friend/acquaintance of hers killed himself last night because he saw a 15 min. tape of his wife bent over a table being fucked by an inmate (they both work at a prison). Which is awful, but I wonder if other stuff was going on as well, because that's normally not enough to end a life, though there are multiple cases where ppl kill themselves over a relationship. I never fully got that. What is it in some people's head that says that if they are rejected by a specific person or a romantic relationship ends they can't go on living? I can break it down psychologically and put some of the pieces together, but I'm still left with a confused, "but why?"
Which somewhat ties into what I was thinking about yesterday after watching multiple episodes of Honey-senpai devour acres and acres of cake. At some point in his history, he ceased just liking sweets and started indulging to a point that I would term an addiction. But did the addiction develop or was he always addicted and just lost what little control he had? I wonder that about my mom sometimes. Was the addiction always there? I was told (on multiple occasions) that some people have "addictive personalities" and are prone to things like substance abuse or other detrimental addictions because they tend lack limits in general and, to a certain extent, the specific addiction they have is arbitrary and they would have become addicted to *something* at some point. But that's really easy to claim in retrospect. You can just look back and say, "See case A, B, and C? Yup, addictive personality." I wonder though if we all have things that could be termed as manifestations of an addictive personality; it's just that some people's manifestations are more innocuous. And when does is go from mere liking to an addiction? When do we become 'holic? Is it when we get regular cravings for it? When did mom cross over, if there was ever any crossing over to do? Was there a point it could have been fairly easily stopped?
The range of addictions is so vast as well. People tend to think of addictions as things like substance abuse or gambling, but really you could be addicted to anything. Like, for instance, it's debatable whether I am a mere bibliophile or a full-blown biblioholic. ^~ I tend to avoid bookstores because I know if I go in, I can't just buy one book. But even so, I think that's still a fairly innocuous addiction (at least at the current level ^^), unlike one guy I know who's addicted to eating his own bitterness. He continually pokes and prods at his emotional wounds, deliberately making them fester (actually, I think a lot of people do that, just click "random" on LJ). It's interesting that people can become addicted to emotions, mindsets, and other intangibles. In this one psych. experiment, they stuck an electrode into the pleasure center of a rat's brain (I think it was an accident, they meant to hit another place) and there was a pedal that would deliver stimulus through the electrode. Well, the rat died. It starved because it just kept hitting that little pedal over and over and wouldn't do anything else.
And addictions aren't always for things people actually like. I think people at times become addicted to things they hate or dislike because they grow so accustomed to it, they can't imagine a reality without it. It's part of the reason we have so much trouble getting out of ruts and letting go of our fears. We're creatures of habit and have trouble breaking away. We want change but we fear the unknown and our current demons are familiar, and with humans, familiarity can create an odd level of comfort. People can take a twisted amount of comfort out of hated addictions that has nothing to do with the "joy" the addiction itself induces.
Okay, I think I'm done with my current psycho-babble rambling/analysis. ^_^
Sushi went fine. Brief uncomfortable moments, but overall good.
So instead of cosplay sweatshopping last night, we marathoned more Ouran Host Club. ^_^ I don't think I've ever squeeed so much as when I watch that show. It is *amazingly* cute. ^^ And I got the first four episodes from Trae, so last night I finally got to see eps 2 and 3 after I got home (I got distracted before I watched the 4th). ^^ Oh, tonight, I must remember to get Death Note from Amanda.
During my dad's adventures obtaining Xmas presents for Tina and I, he had a slight mishap at the comic book store. JC (the owner) normally waits on him but he was busy so some new guy tried to assist dad with the manga I had requested (Ranma 1/2, Ah! My Goddess, Xxxholic, and Tsubasa). Well the new guy was just like, "oh there's some over on that rack," and points my poor father to the hentai!! (which I don't think he knew existed before that) Luckily, he just looked at the titles (though the titles were bad enough) and didn't actually flip through them or I think my somewhat conservative father would be forever scarred by visions of tentacles and yaoi.
One of my friends just found out this morning that a friend/acquaintance of hers killed himself last night because he saw a 15 min. tape of his wife bent over a table being fucked by an inmate (they both work at a prison). Which is awful, but I wonder if other stuff was going on as well, because that's normally not enough to end a life, though there are multiple cases where ppl kill themselves over a relationship. I never fully got that. What is it in some people's head that says that if they are rejected by a specific person or a romantic relationship ends they can't go on living? I can break it down psychologically and put some of the pieces together, but I'm still left with a confused, "but why?"
Which somewhat ties into what I was thinking about yesterday after watching multiple episodes of Honey-senpai devour acres and acres of cake. At some point in his history, he ceased just liking sweets and started indulging to a point that I would term an addiction. But did the addiction develop or was he always addicted and just lost what little control he had? I wonder that about my mom sometimes. Was the addiction always there? I was told (on multiple occasions) that some people have "addictive personalities" and are prone to things like substance abuse or other detrimental addictions because they tend lack limits in general and, to a certain extent, the specific addiction they have is arbitrary and they would have become addicted to *something* at some point. But that's really easy to claim in retrospect. You can just look back and say, "See case A, B, and C? Yup, addictive personality." I wonder though if we all have things that could be termed as manifestations of an addictive personality; it's just that some people's manifestations are more innocuous. And when does is go from mere liking to an addiction? When do we become 'holic? Is it when we get regular cravings for it? When did mom cross over, if there was ever any crossing over to do? Was there a point it could have been fairly easily stopped?
The range of addictions is so vast as well. People tend to think of addictions as things like substance abuse or gambling, but really you could be addicted to anything. Like, for instance, it's debatable whether I am a mere bibliophile or a full-blown biblioholic. ^~ I tend to avoid bookstores because I know if I go in, I can't just buy one book. But even so, I think that's still a fairly innocuous addiction (at least at the current level ^^), unlike one guy I know who's addicted to eating his own bitterness. He continually pokes and prods at his emotional wounds, deliberately making them fester (actually, I think a lot of people do that, just click "random" on LJ). It's interesting that people can become addicted to emotions, mindsets, and other intangibles. In this one psych. experiment, they stuck an electrode into the pleasure center of a rat's brain (I think it was an accident, they meant to hit another place) and there was a pedal that would deliver stimulus through the electrode. Well, the rat died. It starved because it just kept hitting that little pedal over and over and wouldn't do anything else.
And addictions aren't always for things people actually like. I think people at times become addicted to things they hate or dislike because they grow so accustomed to it, they can't imagine a reality without it. It's part of the reason we have so much trouble getting out of ruts and letting go of our fears. We're creatures of habit and have trouble breaking away. We want change but we fear the unknown and our current demons are familiar, and with humans, familiarity can create an odd level of comfort. People can take a twisted amount of comfort out of hated addictions that has nothing to do with the "joy" the addiction itself induces.
Okay, I think I'm done with my current psycho-babble rambling/analysis. ^_^