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Rationalistic, dualistic, vegan, cynical, scientific hippie
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Rationalistic, dualistic, vegan, cynical, scientific hippie
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Sunday August 21, 22
03:25 PM
Thank you to everyone who responded to my last journal entry on domestic division of labor. You've all given me a good idea of what a functional relationship looks like, and by extension how to spot the complement of that.
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I think that I shall never see
A billboard lovely as a tree.
Indeed, unless the billboards fall
I'll never see a tree at all.
-- Ogden Nash
(Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Sunday August 21 2022, @03:28PM (1 child)
I want to tear my clothes and fling them
With maximum force into the next galaxy;
I want to drive my fingertips, the nails
And pointy bones so fucking deep
Through my fleshy thin arms.
I want to spin a fucking whirlwind of gray,
Agonized anguish that turns in my brain;
Spin it up with a boiling hot storm of
Thunder, lightning and driving, burning rain
And swing my arm and hurl it
As hard as I can till my muscles burn--
Cast it far away again.
I want to crawl into a tiny, dusty, solid space;
Close myself away in my little cube;
Weep and moan and shudder in there;
Conceal my sounds and expressions;
From ears and eyes of those who judge me.
Sink into a long, dark, gray sleep inside there;
Curl up tighter in that tortured solitude;
While the sun and moon rise and fall many times
And my physical form ages ever more.
Human imperfections put me here
And made me this hurtful wretch today.
Don't open the door and look at me;
I feel it's for the best this way.
(Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Sunday August 21 2022, @03:48PM
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I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
Creeds and schools in abeyance,
Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten,
I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,
Nature without check with original energy.
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Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with perfumes,
I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it,
The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it.
The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the distillation, it is odorless,
It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it,
I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked,
I am mad for it to be in contact with me.
The smoke of my own breath,
Echoes, ripples, buzz’d whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine,
My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs,
The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and dark-color’d sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn,
The sound of the belch’d words of my voice loos’d to the eddies of the wind,
A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms,
The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag,
The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and hill-sides,
The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun.
Have you reckon’d a thousand acres much? have you reckon’d the earth much?
Have you practis’d so long to learn to read?
Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?
Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems,
You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are millions of suns left,)
You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books,
You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me,
You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self.
(Score: 1, Informative) by Anonymous Coward on Tuesday August 23 2022, @04:40PM
Good luck with your relational functions.
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BTW, I think it is dAndy that you still permit posting from a true AC ID. More food for thought that way.
(Score: 0, Interesting) by Anonymous Coward on Thursday August 25 2022, @09:24AM (7 children)
Sometimes the ex just gets all vindictive, and petty, and does things like shaving your dog. But Hell has no Fury like a janrinok scorned. Here is a bit of the IRC:
Now, at least, and finally, aristarchus has 0 karma on IRC. Makes no difference practically speaking, but I am sure it makes janrinok feel better. And that is all that matters. Sharing a little good can go a long way.
(Score: 2) by janrinok on Thursday August 25 2022, @02:15PM (6 children)
LOL! - you mean you got all upset after giving yourself meaningless karma on IRC that it was changed! And that was for your latest sock puppet account that you tried to create this morning, having been prevented from creating over 12 in the last week or so. Have a good cry, you'll get over it.
(Score: 0, Touché) by Anonymous Coward on Thursday August 25 2022, @07:51PM (2 children)
Methinks janrinok be triggered! Did aristarchus leave the toilet seat up again, and the sink full of dirty dishes?
(Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Friday August 26 2022, @01:43AM (1 child)
Hey, this one is on topic. Well, to be specific, the previous journal topic, the one about sharing domestic chores.
(Score: -1, Spam) by Anonymous Coward on Friday August 26 2022, @08:28AM
Aristarchus is nothing if not topical. But he disrupts the hell out of janrinok's sense of order and discipline. So he is banned, banned to hell! Stop posting, Ari! He can't stand it any more! OMG, will you not just quit!
[You never know what little character quirks will drive you insane, until you actually live together, especially during a pandemic.]
(Score: -1) by Santarchus on Friday August 26 2022, @06:27PM (2 children)
All work and no play makes Jan a dull boy. Or at least vindictive.
He's not satisfied, yet.
This is why a good divorce counselor is a good idea. Ending well is sometimes as important as maintaining the relationship.
(Score: 2) by janrinok on Friday August 26 2022, @09:37PM (1 child)
(Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Friday August 26 2022, @10:40PM
This why I dumped janrinok. He would not give me my space, left dirty laundry strewn about, and he couldn't count.
(Score: 2) by turgid on Thursday August 25 2022, @04:28PM
It's a complex business, the interpersonal relationship, and they evolve over time. It can be even more challenging for those of us who are more technically minded compared with the rest of the population. But you did the right thing by asking questions and I hope you were able to benefit.
I refuse to engage in a battle of wits with an unarmed opponent [wikipedia.org].