@ Carly Berg - you are absolutely right, this gathering was a hearty mix lot of what we call in French, "des nouveau riches" who fell onto lots of money via inheritance (certainly not by merit or talent) recently as more and more zoomers die off leaving lots of assets behind. Ok, I understand that we live in a capitalistic society, and yes this is what we have here, so we live and die by that sword, but do we necessarily need to walk our cocks so much. Dopamine can become a nasty drug. The gathering was like a "look at me look at me" festival of dummies and dinkweeds with little idea as to how to live a more meaningful existence as I see it. When I looked at them squarely in the eyes while they spoke shamelessly about what made them feel bigger, all I saw was an empty shell of a human animal with little regard for the consequences of their choices. Come on now, you are one person, and there are so many others, don't you see them ? We exist on a complex web of being and systems. There is alot of suffering, wouldn't it be good to try and reduce some of that instead ? I always try to give my money to people I believe in and whom I think have something meaningful to contribute to the wider world. In a way, I somewhat respect "old money" and those people who are educated to manage assets and how some of the more humanistic of that group have understood lifetimes and continuity through their off spring and/or others. An individual born into "old money" is usually well educated and is taught that it is crass to display wealth openly, and to me, that is almost OK. In fact, what I really really dislike is self-importance in most of its forms, that is the crux of it. God-damn self-importance for me remains the fuel of any declining empire. Unfortunately, it seems that every dingbat (money or not) has a voice now. It has become a very loud and careless drunken choir of song, and I do not want to be in the audience anymore. There is a lot of gibbersih being spewed out these days which has little to do with anything meaningful about life itself and how it is a random condition being thrust onto to you. What you going to do with it, it is like shit in your hands and you have to put it down somewhere without making too much of a mess. I really believe that we have a responsibility to our context once we find ourselves here. Note : I have been drinking red wine, so maybe I have not been as zen as I should have been when writing the above. All my hopes. Alex
When I see an ad for clothing or a watch or something that I like, but it's being modeled by someone whose style, otherwise, is what I'd classify as "complete enema-nozzle". I'm not going to specify more than that, some of you might love looks that I hate, but it just pisses me off wondering if I'm buying into that style. Spent enough time in my youth looking like an idiot, no need to pile failure upon failure.
A co-workers who clears his throat every five minutes. He has a medical condition so I try not to get annoyed. I am trying to concentrate on a very detailed and complicated matrix. All I hear every five minutes is him clearing his throat.
My neighbour who insist their dog is a purebred Labradober-collieshnitzeltsu (~). I think you may be misunderstanding what "Pure Bred" means.
I'll bet my bollocks he suffers from a condition known as Post Nasal Drip. If it's any consolation it's probably far more annoying for him than it is for you.
Typefaces that have a really big kerning. Look at the typesetting here. It's awful and makes me feel nauseous! And to think someone will have been paid a pretty hefty sum for designing this monstrosity.
I used to have a neighbour that did that, too, until one day she walked in on me with a bear on the hook mid extenteration. After that she used to ring before popping in.
Not arguing because I don't know what's happening where you are, but technically if you're feeling a sense of nausea then you're nauseated, but if you're nauseous then you're inspiring that sense of nausea in others.
"Listen, Ethel, don't just stand there gawking. Get in or get out, we don't play voyeur games in this house." Of course, that could backfire spectacularly, but....
Mmm, so technically I did use the word incorrectly (sorry @The Dapper Hooligan). Although the article does end by stating its use is now accepted by all but the purists.
Does the old lady have any family visiting her, if so perhaps you could mention this to the relative. Or you could be abrupt and tell her to mind her own business. Old people are quirky and sometimes being nice just does not work. You could always just start looking in her windows. If she says anything remind her how she behaves. Some people are slow learners. Another solution would be to get a big dog, old people seem to hate big dogs. I think the best bet is to tell her to mind her own business and stop looking in your window because the police do not like peeping toms.
When I see the words "he thought to himself" or any of its gender/POV variants. There is no other way to think. I've see this numerous times in well-respected, published books. Most recently it was The Handmaid's Tale. It seems so unnecessary, and I can't understand how those phrases aren't excised on the first round of edits. Anyone have insight into this?