We're still working on a plan, but so far it involves being sent to prison and becoming somebody's bitch.

Fred ,'Just Rewards (2)'


Natter 69: Practically names itself.  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Anne W. - Nov 16, 2011 4:43:34 pm PST #7176 of 30001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

I don't worry about things I can't directly effect. Waste of good worry.

This has come more and more easily as I have grown older. Still not all the way there, though.


sarameg - Nov 16, 2011 4:49:06 pm PST #7177 of 30001

The sun will go red giant. Just as catastrophic as far as this rock is concerned.

I don't have any concrete, catastrophic, world-ending disaster brainworms. Though my earthquake nightmares have gone up. From 0 to all too frequent, pretty much weekly. But I haven't had a tornado or water damage one in a few months!

I did the nuclear war thing as a kid. It was exhausting. I guess now I worry less about the shit that will kill me than the shit that I have to try to survive.

x-post.


§ ita § - Nov 16, 2011 4:51:19 pm PST #7178 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

This has come more and more easily as I have grown older.

I don't want to worry about things I can affect. I mean, my goal is to not worry at all, no matter how much agency I have. My goal is to deal. Handle. That sort of thing. No worry is good worry.

Has to be the whole world, though, local disasters I am against.

I hear ya. I don't want zombies to encroach bit by bit upon the world's population. I want some flash disaster to take us all out.


JenP - Nov 16, 2011 4:54:04 pm PST #7179 of 30001

Yeah... it would be nice if I had the ability to never worry about things I can't really control, but no. I'm going to worry about my husband the police officer, sister the fire fighter, or nephew the soldier regardless of the fact that I have no control over what happens to them in the field. With luck, I will manage that worry down to a background, low-level hum, but it's going to be there. (I have none of those people to actually worry about; just saying)

But the reality is, I should probably be more worried about myself in a car every day than those guys up there, but if I dove in to that, I couldn't function.

So, somewhere between worrying every time I get in the car and worrying about an asteroid hitting the Earth, I find a happy medium, and it is generally a better, calmer one as I age. I definitely skewed more towards worrying too much and too intensely about too much when I was younger.

Edited to change my sister to a fire fighter.


Steph L. - Nov 16, 2011 4:55:08 pm PST #7180 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

I'm a lot more worried about the collapse of the economy than I am about natural disasters. But super viruses do freak me out a little.

Damn, you all listing all the Horrible Very Bad No-Good things that could happen are FREAKING MY SHIT OUT.

One at a time, I can handle. But a super-volcano/earthquake/super-virus economic collapse is BANANAS.

I think I require some chocolate to get my mind off of imminent supernova doom.


JenP - Nov 16, 2011 4:57:47 pm PST #7181 of 30001

Yeah, right? Someone come in with some rainbows, unicorns, and glitter or something. An hour ago, I was looking at the goodtihngs tumblr. I should go back to that!


Cass - Nov 16, 2011 4:58:24 pm PST #7182 of 30001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

The sun will go red giant. Just as catastrophic as far as this rock is concerned.

But in five billion years. That's more time than our rock has currently existed, much less life or people. So, for me, I find it more fascinating than worrisome.


JenP - Nov 16, 2011 4:59:07 pm PST #7183 of 30001

Totally, Cass.


Amy - Nov 16, 2011 4:59:35 pm PST #7184 of 30001
Because books.

Hookers and blow?


sarameg - Nov 16, 2011 4:59:36 pm PST #7185 of 30001

Occasionally I have moments of extreme vulnerability in the car, aka I'm the soft filling in a thin shelled metal creampuff hurlting around at 50 mph! And then I think, WTF humans, we're completely stupid and amazing we made it this far.