Pets that went to live in the country
miss p called me tonight and passed on news of an old friend who has spent the past 2 years working on a yacht hobnobbing with the rich'n'famous, touring to exotic destinations and also being rewarded handsomely for it. Jealous? Of course! I said that I would try my best to feel charitable and kindly towards said friend (who likely I'll never see again, due to geography), otherwise i'd be bitter and twisted.
Then we discussed that. Me and the increasing stress levels in my life and how they rob me of tolerance towards people with better fortunes. Miss P suggested that the next time I am required to be an audience for this person's interpretative dance, I should dance. "Don't ask permission, just get up and dance!"
She correctly diagnosed the need for more joy in my life, more laughter and thought that today's events were a tiny step in the right direction. For I had the good fortune to come across the last person in the world who doesn't know about how to choose your porn name (first pet, first street) and helped her come up with her psuedonym: Patchy Dalziell! Salutes from Captain Holly Somerset.
Captain Holly is a case study of how much your parents lie to you as a kid. Captain Holly was our pet rabbit, my grandparents told me they'd find a family on a farm that wanted him so he moved away. Did not take me until 23 to realise this was a fat lie that I'd never questioned. And my older sister didn't realise until I explained it to her the next Christmas. I'm not sure why they thought we couldn't handle the truth.
I'm finding The Corrections a good fictional example of what happens when you envy or compare yourself to another-it's disempowering, why I dislike and have problems with the idea of economic rationalism, of only ever measuring and valuing things and people in terms of economics, it makes everything very one dimensional and dull. Where's the laugh in that?
Then we discussed that. Me and the increasing stress levels in my life and how they rob me of tolerance towards people with better fortunes. Miss P suggested that the next time I am required to be an audience for this person's interpretative dance, I should dance. "Don't ask permission, just get up and dance!"
She correctly diagnosed the need for more joy in my life, more laughter and thought that today's events were a tiny step in the right direction. For I had the good fortune to come across the last person in the world who doesn't know about how to choose your porn name (first pet, first street) and helped her come up with her psuedonym: Patchy Dalziell! Salutes from Captain Holly Somerset.
Captain Holly is a case study of how much your parents lie to you as a kid. Captain Holly was our pet rabbit, my grandparents told me they'd find a family on a farm that wanted him so he moved away. Did not take me until 23 to realise this was a fat lie that I'd never questioned. And my older sister didn't realise until I explained it to her the next Christmas. I'm not sure why they thought we couldn't handle the truth.
I'm finding The Corrections a good fictional example of what happens when you envy or compare yourself to another-it's disempowering, why I dislike and have problems with the idea of economic rationalism, of only ever measuring and valuing things and people in terms of economics, it makes everything very one dimensional and dull. Where's the laugh in that?
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