and complaints about one of the women's siblings, who had some sort of mental health issue and whom she'd proudly reported berating for not helping around the house more ("I know it's an illness, but he's draining my parents and they're in their 80s").
Right, because once you've identified a problem, there's no point worrying about solutions when you can instead shout at a vulnerable person and congratulate yourself for having Done Something.
took to the beach with notebook and book and some rice and spent about an hour and a half around the long slow sunset of a summer evening staring directly at the sea, swearing quietly at inquisitive seagulls, and alternating between reading about the financial frustrations of being a Renaissance Florentine, and blurting out a bunch of fairly well-developed characters for my garbage book.
That sounds amazing.
going to The Stupid Organic Cafe in Muswell Hill which also contains wifi and plug sockets so I could a) read another chapter of the book and b) do a small amount of writing on the
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I swear those women were so hideous I just sat there filming the landscape out of the window and trying not to actively butt in and ask if they'd ever considered what it might be like to have a mental illness (one which was causing this man fucked up, obsessive eating habits, apparently all he would consume was mackerel).
Could we trade houses for a while?
WARM WEATHER AND CAT hrm but also excessive Christianity? The paints sound good, though. What if I can just export one of our excessive stupid cafes? Or two or three?
I'm sure that they would indignantly insist they had thought about it, while simultaneously showing that their thoughts had achieved the depth and profundity of a particularly small puddle. Some people sincerely believe "Yes, I know they have problems, but..." counts as sufficient empathy.
Or we could set up a teleport between London and my apartment! Yes, I know that on an abstract philosophical level, you'd be destroying yourself and replacing it with a duplicate, but as long as it feels like a continuous me, I don't actually care.
Those people need to be catapulted into space so I can sleep at night.
True and as long as I don't know any different that's also fine! Also I just finished reading a creepy-as story where the question of identity and duplication was addressed and I strongly recommend. Actually, I just strongly recommend the entire book.
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Right, because once you've identified a problem, there's no point worrying about solutions when you can instead shout at a vulnerable person and congratulate yourself for having Done Something.
took to the beach with notebook and book and some rice and spent about an hour and a half around the long slow sunset of a summer evening staring directly at the sea, swearing quietly at inquisitive seagulls, and alternating between reading about the financial frustrations of being a Renaissance Florentine, and blurting out a bunch of fairly well-developed characters for my garbage book.
That sounds amazing.
going to The Stupid Organic Cafe in Muswell Hill which also contains wifi and plug sockets so I could a) read another chapter of the book and b) do a small amount of writing on the ( ... )
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Could we trade houses for a while?
WARM WEATHER AND CAT hrm but also excessive Christianity? The paints sound good, though. What if I can just export one of our excessive stupid cafes? Or two or three?
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Or we could set up a teleport between London and my apartment! Yes, I know that on an abstract philosophical level, you'd be destroying yourself and replacing it with a duplicate, but as long as it feels like a continuous me, I don't actually care.
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True and as long as I don't know any different that's also fine! Also I just finished reading a creepy-as story where the question of identity and duplication was addressed and I strongly recommend. Actually, I just strongly recommend the entire book.
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