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I hate my roommate and I want something terrible to happen to her.
This is a bad thing to say. Tough shit.
This is a bad thing to say. Tough shit.
Diet Plan 2009:
( seems it never ends, double nickels on your dime )
This is disabled for my own reasons. Sympathy is only going to feed my martyr complex. Scolding and assertions that I am fine the way I am are sweet, but counterproductive to my goals. Encouragement is also sweet, but I am going to have to practice encouraging myself at some point, so now is a good time to start.
( seems it never ends, double nickels on your dime )
This is disabled for my own reasons. Sympathy is only going to feed my martyr complex. Scolding and assertions that I am fine the way I am are sweet, but counterproductive to my goals. Encouragement is also sweet, but I am going to have to practice encouraging myself at some point, so now is a good time to start.
For those who cannot hear the words
Nov. 11th, 2009 09:55 pmDuring RP chat tonight, someone wrote in saying that her cat attacked a baby sparrow.
My immediate reaction was to say something like, "Let the cat have it; my dog does the same kind of thing as well, and better to let it die quickly than make it suffer trying to intervene."
Because we all see it, you know? Things die every day. Birds, cats, dogs, insects, leaves, people die every day. I've looked out my window too late to stop my dog from snapping a trespassing cat's neck. One time, she got into a whole den of groundhogs out in the far back of our property. That was bad. But, you know, I thought I was great and smart and cynical and accepting of the circle of life.
But most of chat ignored me and gave her advice on how to save the sparrow.
And, as I write this entry (because of course I couldn't wait for the inevitable outcome before deciding to prattle about it), the sparrow is not dead. It might be recovering, or it might be dying slowly. It's trying to fly. The owner of the cat is attempting to feed it on advice from members of chat who have worked with vets or otherwise know what they're talking about.
I would have given up on that sparrow.
It occurred to me that one day, I might be dependent on someone's will to not give up on me.
My immediate reaction was to say something like, "Let the cat have it; my dog does the same kind of thing as well, and better to let it die quickly than make it suffer trying to intervene."
Because we all see it, you know? Things die every day. Birds, cats, dogs, insects, leaves, people die every day. I've looked out my window too late to stop my dog from snapping a trespassing cat's neck. One time, she got into a whole den of groundhogs out in the far back of our property. That was bad. But, you know, I thought I was great and smart and cynical and accepting of the circle of life.
But most of chat ignored me and gave her advice on how to save the sparrow.
And, as I write this entry (because of course I couldn't wait for the inevitable outcome before deciding to prattle about it), the sparrow is not dead. It might be recovering, or it might be dying slowly. It's trying to fly. The owner of the cat is attempting to feed it on advice from members of chat who have worked with vets or otherwise know what they're talking about.
I would have given up on that sparrow.
It occurred to me that one day, I might be dependent on someone's will to not give up on me.
