[Wouldn't surprise me if those shots were sampled from `Taxi Driver', btw.]
I'm not planning to rob any banks, if that's what you're worried about. Geez.
I'm pretty sure any gun violence I ever commit will be directed at myself.
The "one weird trick" bank robbing image is a parody of those "local mom uses one weird trick to lose weight" sorta ads on the Internet.
Maybe you haven't noticed them due to ad-blocking, haha.
That's the main reason it's so troubling.
LOL, would you rather me be all "I'm gonna go gun down an orphanage"?
I'm not that important.
I'm sorry. That was kinda flippant. Thank you for caring.
I still maintain it wouldn't be a big loss for myself, or for the world in general, for me to not be around anymore.
I'm glad you've made some effort to reach a therapist, and hope you'll jump through the right bureaucratic hoops to actually get to one, and that you're *honest* about it when you get there, because when you started making jokes about suicide... Do you have any idea what an extremely *bad_sign* that is? I won't post a link; just try googling `suicide joke warning sign' yourself and see where it takes you.
Best of luck to you.
What do I have to live for?
It's just, y'know, life is generally unpleasant (at best). And I don't see that changing.
moi@phnx1:~$ fortune -aim 'corrupt a youth'
The surest way to corrupt a youth is to instruct him
to hold in higher esteem those who think alike than
those who think differently.
By that metric, I would say Mz.Clean has not been corrupted. She appreciates me a great deal -- albeit with reservations. I think those reservations have more to do with working together, age differences, and perhaps just a matter of personal taste, than faith [or my lack of it].
As far as bringing me to church goes, I think she just wants to share something she loves with someone she likes -- and maybe save me from eternal damnation, just a little bit. She's been saving me from some short-term damnation already [mainly loneliness, lack of purpose, and that special hell known only to competent professionals subjected to incompetence and apathy in the workplace]. For all of that, I'm grateful.
And just think; if she's right, she's doing me a *huge* favour, and yet thanks me profusely for fixing her bike. It's just a piece of metal, you know?
Thus spake the master programmer:
"A well-written program is its own heaven;
a poorly-written program is its own hell."
-- Geoffrey James, "The Tao of Programming"
meanwhile on Reddit
What is a boat of bars?
I'm not that important.
moi@phnx1:~$ fortune -aim 'any part of life'
"If a man loses his reverence for any part of life,
he will lose his reverence for all of life."
-- Albert Schweitzer
You see what I'm getting at here? If your own life is really that cheap to you, man, it's a Bad Sign in general. Gain some respect for yourself, however, and the rest will follow.
Send me an email when you're a little less fucked-up. I can't fix it for you. I'd love to, but I can't.
From the other night, so I'll leave this out of the `Today' thread.
Just after Mz.Night and Mr.Pirate told me about the stabbing [he also works at the aforementioned convenience store; helped me find a copy of `Mr.Robot' so I started calling him that afterward. Yes, in person, to his face. Domo arigato, Mr.Pirate], a couple of `very sketchy' guys came in to do a bit of shopping. One was shorter, muscular, and I remembered him from the pizza place. At the time he'd looked homeless, but since then his grooming, laundering, personal hygiene, and probably nutrition have improved considerably. Judging from the back of his neck, I'd guess he's had a haircut in the past week or so. Still the same guy though...
His scatterbrained sidekick was somewhat worse for wear, had a few scabs on his face, looked like he'd been wiping his nose with sandpaper. He really was pretty scattered, btw; short attention span, looking for stuff on the shelves more or less at random, had some minor difficulties discussing the price of a coffee with Mz.Night.
So I think the shorter one was having lunch with a client. I really doubt he's stabbed anyone recently, not drawing any correlations between that and him, but still. I'd remembered him from the pizza place, because not many people trip my `Not-A-Mammal' alarms like he does.
"WTF is with all the quotes?"
What I want to know is, when do we start the Lucky Dragon Netflix (and Chill) team?
You're invited. You know who you are.
Edit: In Chicago... well, Evanston, which is one city north of Chicago on the lakefront.
I can unfortunately not attend, but thanks for the invite!
Howdie from my side. It's been a tough ride, but I'm holding on.
How's you all, Wigbers?
I really fucking hate the Internet these days.