Mine’s sacred… to me. I don’t expect anybody else to think so though

Mine’s sacred… to me. I don’t expect anybody else to think so though

I have. Sunday nights are the worst in that for me. Probably from years of going to school and work dreading Mondays. [something bad going to happen].

But I’ve had it other times. Have a bite to eat, sometimes it helps.

Now *that* makes sense. Coherence achieved: Level 32.

Ooh I like the tie-in. Yeah, good mods encourage behavior that’s appropriate for whatever the group norms are and hopefully do so in a subtle way so it’s not like HEY THATS A GREAT COMMENT YOU MADE RIGHT THERE. HEY EVERYBODY SEE WHAT THEY DID? THAT’S WHAT YOU SHOULD ALL DO YOU SCUM”…. unless that’s normal for the group.. . shit, i need more coffee clearly.

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The societal roles I play (I try to identify them to myself when I notice them) vary in their importance. In some cases, my role is unique and absolute: I’m irreplaceable. Yet in most I can be substituted. In some, the very role I play can be eliminated entirely from the planet without any ill effects.

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Death is really the _only_ bad thing that can happen to me because “me” will cease…

…unless figure something else before that but I’m working on it.

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“still small voice”. That always resonated with me. Sometimes it’s wordless.

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I’m not worried about death though. I worry about suffering and pain and anguish sometimes though. It’s easy to not fear death ’cause life is harder than death. Death is easy.

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