That'll larn me
May. 20th, 2004 02:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smokingbootI shouldn't indulge myself in frivolity. It's a bit like those bullocks one sees frolicking before going to the abattoir. Maybe they do it cos they know the end is nigh, or maybe the farmer gets rid of them cos he can't stand bovine breakdancing any longer. The frolic may be cause, effect, or coincidental. But it always happens at just the wrong time.
The moment I attempt even the teeniest frolic, the phone rings and someone wants to talk about sad stuff. Now, I don't mind this at all. I can be of use if there is no solution and listening is all. And I can be of use if solutions must be found.
But when someone is unhappy yet again about the bloody obvious yet again, desiring a solution yet again provided it's not the one they dislike (i.e, the one that will work)yet again, where the hell does that leave us?
I know where it leaves me. Headache-ridden and stressed is where it leaves me.
People have the right to be idiots. They have the right to be stubborn. They have the right to believe the most stupid things ever conceived in the development of sentience, they have the right to cling to absurd ideas and misinformation, they have the right to prefer deception over perception, they have the right to cry rather than analyse, they have, in short, the right to total denial.
But they don't have the right to do it near me.
Oh well. No trips without a tripper, I guess.
Time to beat my head against a pillow.
The moment I attempt even the teeniest frolic, the phone rings and someone wants to talk about sad stuff. Now, I don't mind this at all. I can be of use if there is no solution and listening is all. And I can be of use if solutions must be found.
But when someone is unhappy yet again about the bloody obvious yet again, desiring a solution yet again provided it's not the one they dislike (i.e, the one that will work)yet again, where the hell does that leave us?
I know where it leaves me. Headache-ridden and stressed is where it leaves me.
People have the right to be idiots. They have the right to be stubborn. They have the right to believe the most stupid things ever conceived in the development of sentience, they have the right to cling to absurd ideas and misinformation, they have the right to prefer deception over perception, they have the right to cry rather than analyse, they have, in short, the right to total denial.
But they don't have the right to do it near me.
Oh well. No trips without a tripper, I guess.
Time to beat my head against a pillow.
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Date: 2004-05-20 02:24 am (UTC)Some drink at the fountain of knowledge...Others just gargle.
Cuddles and remember that while stupidity sometimes seems to be everywhere, you have good chums who aren't (so) dumb (and I'm not even referring to me!) :)
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Date: 2004-05-20 06:35 am (UTC)Cheers!
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Date: 2004-05-20 05:58 am (UTC)Big slap upside the head with a clue bat often works wonders.
Either the numpty learns and the problem is solved or they bugger off and leave you alone...
(more hugs, cos I enjoy hugging you)
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Date: 2004-05-20 06:34 am (UTC)And the hugs are pretty astonishing too!
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Date: 2004-05-21 03:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-23 03:37 pm (UTC)Still, here's to staggering on in true Erisian style!
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Date: 2004-05-28 01:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-31 05:50 am (UTC)