It's like the opposite of empathy. Let me see how I can take anything from your viewpoint and make it totally about me. And how, since I am the center of the universe, I have but to react to these external things that dare to interact with me. Because YOU of course, could cause trouble for ME, but it is inconceivable that I could cause trouble for YOU, much less, that I could cause trouble for myself.
Tracy: 'When you can't run, you crawl... and when you can't crawl, when you can't do that--' Zoe: 'You find someone to carry you.'
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Liese S. - Aug 08, 2004 6:18:37 pm PDT #5978 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
deborah grabien - Aug 08, 2004 6:27:18 pm PDT #5979 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
It's mind-blowing, that entire gestalt. I mean, the only reason Rosalinda the Officious Bitch (new! improved! with clipboard!) didn't come right out and say, I don't give a shit about who was inconvenienced, except that it was ME, when Nic asked his question, is because, well, Nic. Large man. Beard. Looking like Gunnar the Destroyer.
Astarte - Aug 08, 2004 6:36:54 pm PDT #5980 of 10001
Not having has never been the thing I've regretted most in my life. Not trying is.
That image makes me chortle with evil glee. Every. Time.
Liese S. - Aug 08, 2004 6:37:02 pm PDT #5981 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Those are handy to have around. I keep one myself. Very gentle, in general, but Rosalinda the Officious Bitch doesn't have to know that when he comes round.
deborah grabien - Aug 08, 2004 6:43:04 pm PDT #5982 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
"I vill nail you to the chapel door! I will pillage! I vill burn your village, er, your Toyota, and ravish your vimmin!"
I love him when he puts it on. So very funny.
Beverly - Aug 08, 2004 10:28:29 pm PDT #5983 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
(Still loving the Viking). Odd, that DH and I were having this very same talk about the general US populace having this odd sense of entitlement, that most child development people tell us we are supposed to work through and get past when we are four or five years old. News flash, the world does not revolve around mememe! The self-entitlement plus the refusal to take personal responsibility makes for a scary bunch of people. And that's what I seem to be running into more and more these days, and less of the service-to-others, my freedom ends where yours begins, do-for-others because it's right, not to put more stars in your crown in heaven.
Mmmsorry. Wrong place for a rant.
Liese, the poem is beyond lovely. It's achingly real, amazingly true, and quite beautiful.
Anne W. - Aug 09, 2004 3:51:47 am PDT #5984 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Beautiful poem, Liese. Both language and imagery are exquisite.
deborah grabien - Aug 09, 2004 1:01:55 pm PDT #5985 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
So, Mme. Maitresse, do we have a new topic?
Beverly - Aug 09, 2004 1:41:42 pm PDT #5986 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
No! I haven't done my parade one yet.
Oh, go ahead. I'll post the parade one on LJ just for fun after the topic is closed. Sorry for being so uninspired.
Steph L. - Aug 09, 2004 3:03:44 pm PDT #5987 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Ooops! I had the topic at 9 a.m., and then work intervened. Ahem. My bad.
(Once again, people, feel free to suggest future drabble topics at any time. I am a benevolet despot and may glance down from my lofty throne to consider them....)
This is, I'm pretty sure, week 18. This week's challenge is: near-death experience(s)! And, for the record, they don't have to be serious -- they can be a swoony high-school sophomore who is sure his heart will stop because his new math teacher gives new meaning to the phrase "sweater girl."
Or it can be serious. All y'all know what to do by now.