And say what?
May. 4th, 2022 08:30 amWe text-talked for a long time yesterday; they want to keep him in for 7 days, he wants out and back to work. He just spent 6 grand on repairs, plus having had Covid and whatever that bizarre operation was about, he has no paid sick leave left, plus he feels that all this illness is not impressing his employers.
Still, he's staying in for now. They want to carry out an angiogram, they just don't know when.
I haven't spilled any of the stuff that's in my head, because, as Mallory's Camera has wisely pointed out, he already knows it. And no, I'm not going to tell him to put his affairs in order. It's too much like tidying a place on the morning you leave it, sending the subconscious the message that it's time to go.The pencils are only ever in order when no-one's using them. Life is chaos in abundance.
And while it is there, he is there.
The shock of it is beginning to leave me now. The nearest I have come to 'advice' is suggesting that prior to selling up and moving to Hastings they stay in the place for 6 months, see what they make of it. Beyond that we talked about his writing. He seems chipper enough, except for the moment he said that the men in our family seem to die early. I pointed to all of Mum's male relatives, who hung on in there til very old indeed, and Dad, who gave his body such a terrible time he belongs in the Hemingway/Reed/Thompson brotherhood of Men Who F*ck Themselves Beyond Repair, still made it past that threescore years and ten nonsense. This cheered Bro up a bit.
And in shock, unable to work I found myself turning to the Heard/Depp debacle, watching a few curdling clips here and there. Blimey. I haven't been convinced by Heard since she appears to have made claims about Jason Momoa treating her badly on the set of Aquaman. She just seems to attract these gorgeous men who are appalling to her. A strange terrible affliction that. Besides, anyone who shits in my bed leaves my house instantly, even if they need a little help with their departure.
How did this get to be so visceral, so baked in the muck of humanity, so smeared and nasty? How does justice find a way through? Even assuming I give a damn in the first place, he looks like a magnificent ruin, despite his puffiness and his horrible temper. Her face annoys me, so pale and pensive with the made-up not-made-up tearfulness. Stupid to drag this all into the public gaze, because the public is very partisan, and they won't give up their boy for a girl who deliberately shits the bed. And part of this may be Himpathy, in a world where we like women, especially when they're selling something, but we prefer men as individuals. Is that true? If so, why?
I've always regarded myself as a feminist but the bald truth is, there's something about her that displeases me. I think it is the deeply wounded expression. I don't like what Johnny Depp has done, but I don't like Amber Heard herself. And yet I know nothing about either of them. What exactly is this then? A montage of nothings, impressions with no relevance to anything real.
A friend writes; we're supposed to believe women, right? Well I don't know, after all, does anyone spontaneously combust if they lie? This whole thing about believing women was an antidote to the old tradition of not taking rape claims seriously enough, of denigrating the victim. Of course women can lie about this kind of thing, they just don't tend to, because it's horrible and harrowing. But one's Γ©nigme does not automatically confer sainthood. We are not talking impossibility here.
So I can't judge. I will carry on watching Johnny Depp films and I won't sign petitions to have Amber Heard hoicked off Aquaman. Without the evidence presented before me, it is the best I can do for both. Five minutes of reading this stuff, I have to turn away. This isn't entertainment.
Still, he's staying in for now. They want to carry out an angiogram, they just don't know when.
I haven't spilled any of the stuff that's in my head, because, as Mallory's Camera has wisely pointed out, he already knows it. And no, I'm not going to tell him to put his affairs in order. It's too much like tidying a place on the morning you leave it, sending the subconscious the message that it's time to go.The pencils are only ever in order when no-one's using them. Life is chaos in abundance.
And while it is there, he is there.
The shock of it is beginning to leave me now. The nearest I have come to 'advice' is suggesting that prior to selling up and moving to Hastings they stay in the place for 6 months, see what they make of it. Beyond that we talked about his writing. He seems chipper enough, except for the moment he said that the men in our family seem to die early. I pointed to all of Mum's male relatives, who hung on in there til very old indeed, and Dad, who gave his body such a terrible time he belongs in the Hemingway/Reed/Thompson brotherhood of Men Who F*ck Themselves Beyond Repair, still made it past that threescore years and ten nonsense. This cheered Bro up a bit.
And in shock, unable to work I found myself turning to the Heard/Depp debacle, watching a few curdling clips here and there. Blimey. I haven't been convinced by Heard since she appears to have made claims about Jason Momoa treating her badly on the set of Aquaman. She just seems to attract these gorgeous men who are appalling to her. A strange terrible affliction that. Besides, anyone who shits in my bed leaves my house instantly, even if they need a little help with their departure.
How did this get to be so visceral, so baked in the muck of humanity, so smeared and nasty? How does justice find a way through? Even assuming I give a damn in the first place, he looks like a magnificent ruin, despite his puffiness and his horrible temper. Her face annoys me, so pale and pensive with the made-up not-made-up tearfulness. Stupid to drag this all into the public gaze, because the public is very partisan, and they won't give up their boy for a girl who deliberately shits the bed. And part of this may be Himpathy, in a world where we like women, especially when they're selling something, but we prefer men as individuals. Is that true? If so, why?
I've always regarded myself as a feminist but the bald truth is, there's something about her that displeases me. I think it is the deeply wounded expression. I don't like what Johnny Depp has done, but I don't like Amber Heard herself. And yet I know nothing about either of them. What exactly is this then? A montage of nothings, impressions with no relevance to anything real.
A friend writes; we're supposed to believe women, right? Well I don't know, after all, does anyone spontaneously combust if they lie? This whole thing about believing women was an antidote to the old tradition of not taking rape claims seriously enough, of denigrating the victim. Of course women can lie about this kind of thing, they just don't tend to, because it's horrible and harrowing. But one's Γ©nigme does not automatically confer sainthood. We are not talking impossibility here.
So I can't judge. I will carry on watching Johnny Depp films and I won't sign petitions to have Amber Heard hoicked off Aquaman. Without the evidence presented before me, it is the best I can do for both. Five minutes of reading this stuff, I have to turn away. This isn't entertainment.
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Date: 2022-05-05 12:10 pm (UTC)I don't necessarily believe the woman even when the woman is a "victim," by the way. I've seen two many women use the "victim" card. (Bad feminist! Baaaaaaaaad feminist!)
Sorry about Bro. Amazed that the hospital wants to keep him seven full days! Here in the States, people are booted practically the moment they're off the operating table.
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Date: 2022-05-06 11:07 am (UTC)Thank you for your words re Bro, they have really helped me out of a tailspin of shock and big sister exasperation. They're considering options like stemps (?) and are still waiting for the opportunity to give him that angiogram. He's perfectly chipper, but then there's been a fair amount of morphine involved...
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Date: 2022-05-06 11:16 am (UTC)no subject
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