It's not good for me.
So it's not much of a surprise if you don't want to sit on the lemon tree.
The burden of your weight alone is enough to break the lemon tree. Let's not forget the burden you carry on your shoulders. Poor lemon tree.
Let's talk about feelings.
A special post dedicated to a certain someone who reveres in the awesomeness that makes up my very fiber.
Sometimes, feelings are like gateways to affection.
Without first declaring it, you can't really show the other person everything that you have to offer. Simply because we have rules and borders that separate each and every one of us from the other. Successfully declaring it AND having it returned means you get to go all out. Conversely speaking, you gain the right to show more feelings. Now, if you were to think from a rational point of view, it's nothing new. In Grouchspeak, it means you get to put in more smooches in between the silent pauses. But you see, when it comes to feelings, it is never an rational thing.
It's all about emotions.
But feelings change right?
What then?
Sometimes walls are there to remind you. Good quote.
Written
by a friend to another. Thanks.
you definitely need a break. the great dwight eisenhower, president of the united states, general in the 2nd world war once said to his officer something like this:
he was sick of being confined in his office for weeks, planning for the world war and he wants to leave the office for 3 hours, just drive around. he knew his job was very tiring... he had to lead the american AND british forces against the axis but he also knew that a tired commander was a bad commander. they start feeling pressure from all the fatigue, giving rise to pessimism and panic, which is essentially a leadership-killer. and also he never forgets to breath. as in, always tries to find time for himself. this he does by writing short letters to family and friends even though he was very busy now, im not lecturing you or anything just wanted to remind you that even with all the hard work everyone needs a little bit of relaxation
A little R&R can do wonders to the human... err... being.
Take a break.
Have a kid and a cat.
How would you feel if someone you really cared about hurt you?
Devastated, I bet.
Imagine if it was something like having the biggest lie of the universe spammed into your face, as if it never happened at all. So why do people lie?
Scientists/economists, whatever, not that it really matters anyway say it's because of incentives. The bigger the incentive, the more likely people lie. So what are incentives?
Something that you want?
What if it was something that you
need?
What if it was something that you desperately needed to have in your life, but know you may never get it if you don't lie.... incentives run higher, and we tend to lie. So what is truth? Truth is something that happened. An opposite to a lie.
So conversely speaking, in order to get something, we have to rely on a 'nothing'. And it's ironically funny how some people get away with it. And how ironically deserving that the others don't.
That brings us to the topic: A white lie.
Just how white is a white lie? A lie is a lie, no matter what form of incentives we dangle in front. There's nothing white about lying. But if there is no white in the first place, then there can be no black either.
Judging morality is never easy. Perhaps that is why we have feelings. No matter how much we try to isolate morality and feelings, it always seems to be the little hook holding up the shelf. But one wonders if they really work hand in hand, as the burden of the big fat ass that was on the lemon tree earlier moves on to the bookshelf and breaks the small hooks we call feelings.
So... can you lie to your feelings?
How about this then: can you lie to the one who have feelings for you?
I did, and now I have crumbled. Learn this lesson well for a broken shelf does not go up ever again. Not by itself. If there were no hooks left, there'll be nothing left to hold it up ever again.
Never again.
Isolation is not good for me.
Posted at 02:31 am by Groucho Mucho
