
Originally Posted by
ötzi
Sorry I missed all that last night. Tell me you weren't up all night J.
I read a thing once, the person was somewhere gritty in New York, the El overhead, vacant lots and heavy traffic and weeds and trash and broken glass, and a pack of dogs came running by. They ran right through traffic, and one of them got pegged by a car and went flying and spun off and slid to a crumpled landing, heaved a last breath and died.
The person expected the other dogs to stop, to circle back and check on their buddy, maybe try to help somehow, but they just kept running like they didn't even notice and disappeared off into the distance, running and yapping and barking. He thought they'd care, and maybe they did, but they were busy running and looking for something to eat or fuck or fight, so they just kept going.
That's just how it is.

Originally Posted by
MagnificentUnicorn
Sums up life, no?
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Originally Posted by
ötzi
It does often seem like that to me.
Yep.
Many moons ago, I was working super hard at a job that felt super important, where shit was undergoing massive change that we were trying to navigate in the best way possible for our clients. Eventually I burned out and struggled with whether and how to quit. Gave them 6 weeks notice (won't make that mistake again). And the Director immediately started treating me like shit, and pulled me out of the meetings that were trying to navigate the change. I was furious, because I was trying to give it my all. But an older wiser coworker told me that no matter what we're dealing with, we're all like a hand submerged in a pond. When you pull the hand out, there are momentary ripples, and in that little vicinity those ripples may seem big. But the ripples stop, the pond is still there, and the pond no longer remembers the hand. That was 25 years ago and I still remember the lesson.
/cool story bro
"fuck off you asshat gaper shit for brains fucktard wanker." - Jesus Christ
"She was tossing her bean salad with the vigor of a Drunken Pop princess so I walked out of the corner and said.... "need a hand?"" - Odin
"everybody's got their hooks into you, fuck em....forge on motherfuckers, drag all those bitches across the goal line with you." - (not so) ill-advised strategy
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