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docholligay · 2 years

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Trailer Happiness

@thoughtfulfangirling thank you for the drinks here!

Portobello Road was a bust, and I was disappointed.

I hadn’t remembered what day of the week I had been there when last I came through London, but it must have been a weekend. I remember Portobello Road being a buzz of activity, filled with booths crammed with every conceivable kind of junk, military surplus and old photographs and odd paintings and in one case, car parts. It was everything I had imagined from watching Bedknobs and Broomsticks, the superior British Witch movie of the two, when I was a child. It was one of my very favorite things in London, and I was thrilled to finally show it to my wife, who had heard about it dozens of times. I popped up and down as we walked toward the road, following the signs, until we rounded the corner.

To see nothing much but a few sad repackagings of chinese goods, and a frankly outsize assortment of jubilee goods, Liz herself hissing in my ear and reminding me that we needed to get the hell out of Dodge sooner rather than later.

Let this be a lesson to you all that google and a calendar are your friends.

Jill told me not to get too upset about, despite the picture I have painted and the promises I have plied her with: Namely, that I bought my RAF work shirt here, thick cotton poplin with stalwart buttons and a crisp collar. I purchased it for only eight fucking pounds last time I was here, and she has lusted after it ever since. There was a huge military surplus booth here! I said. I bought the shirt as an afterthought! I bet they have other branches, so you can even get it in a different color! I lied, unwittingly.

There will be no shirts today, unless I want to buy one of the queen peering out from a Union Jack.

Disappointment is a word that is not inaccurate, given the situation, but I feel perhaps not comprehensive enough. Bummer feels a bit light, while woe may be laying it on a little thick, but it was akin to the feeling of taking a mouthful of champagne only to discover that it’s actually Miller Lite. Survivable, but does leave a scar.

Worse is when you have no one to blame but yourself for your own misfortunes. Nothing quite helps a bad turn like being able to cast yourself the victim of the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, but as it turns out I could have avoided this whole mess by harnessing the power of reading. You can take a lot of time and effort, and trip on the finish line and that’s an annoying part of life.

I’m lightly stewing in my own juices, wondering if I’ve ruined the entire day.

Enter: Trailer Happiness

You go down a set of stairs that makes it seem as if you’ve mistaken gone down to the supply closet, only to be greeted by the basement in which your grandparents had a key party in 1967, assuming your grandparents were cool. Dimly lit, with fake rock decorating the walls and jewel-toned velvet covering the seats, I instantly felt like my dress should be shorter, and my hair higher.

Our waiter, in a hawaiian shirt, lit the tealight in front of us and took our order. Soothed by the shaded lights, the hum of soothing music in the background, and the promise of alcohol, the disappointment of the street above began to pass.

I had the Shuffle, a bourbon and amaro based cocktail, danced with bitterness and a rye-based heat on the tongue. Nearly devoid of sweetness, while still singing with complexity, it was everything I could have asked for, and never expected to get. Perhaps Jill summed it up best when she said, “It’s like, ‘I want to drink at a tiki bar, but I don’t like tiki drinks”’ Which is both an accurate summary of the drink and of myself.

Jill had the Jungle Fizz, a very sweet pineapple soda and rum concoction that was much more classically tiki in nature. It wasn’t for me, but it wasn’t bad, either.

As the bourbon starts to hit the base of my spine, I remind myself that the Army-Navy back home has a standing order to call me any time something that might fit me comes in the door. My entire winter labor wardrobe is courtesy of the United Kingdom and Finland. Life is not so daunting as we might think. Jill isn’t much of a junk picker anyhow, not like me.

Thus cheered, we order another.

I pick the spicy margarita, more out of raw curiosity as to what the word spicy means in London than anything else, but also I’ll drink even a bad margarita, and based on the last drink I had, even if this isn’t spicy, it will be good. The tequila is of a much better class than I would have expected this far from Mexico, and it is competently balanced against the other ingredients. It is not what I would call spicy in a heat way, but the scotch bonnet pepper does add a really delightful note of interest to the drink and keeps it from being by the numbers.

Jill orders a basic tiki standby: The Mai Tai. Not done in the post-50s oversweet style most people know, but in the classic way, which didn’t surprise me at this point, given the bar’s previous work but did please me. Still to the sweet side, mind, but allows the rum to really shine and do work.

Thus fortified, we head out into the sunlight, towards our dinner reservation. I look back toward Portobello Road once with a pang of regret still in my heart, and tell myself that old promise: I guess I just have to come back.

#travel writing

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lunalovegood2 · 2 months

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Gnight stunner. Add these words to our homemade barricade. Fortify how much you matter. How much you are loved. Pile these words so high that you can survive the slings and arrows of outrageous misfortune. Never deaf to the world's cries. But safe inside yourself. Alive. Rest, stunner.

Lin-Manuel Miranda, Gmorning, Gnight: Little Pep Talks for Me & You

#lin-manuel miranda #lin manuel miranda #gnight #good night #gmorning gnight little pep talks for me and you #rest #book quotes

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theghostwhotumbles · 8 months

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So damn far away

Where are the dead? In the far reaches of the universe bordering on oblivion. And that’s why I am yelling. Where the hell are you, honey? I need to talk to you. For thirty years when I would get mad at life not going my way, Shakespeare’s good old ‘slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,’ I would yell and curse at my misfortunes and even at inanimate objects if they didn’t work right and you…

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teacherintransition · 2 years

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… and the answer is …

From my last post, “…Well, this is America and we are working middle class who have “suffered the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune” or misfortune. Aaaannnd, we are both folks who carry around those nasty little anxiety conditions and have been trained to wait for the other shoe to drop. Is this too good to be true? …. We …”

Ahhh …you see what I tried to do there? Truly great writers don’t need to rely on gimmicks; I ain’t one of them so I tried a cliffhanger…meh. The question was whether the circumstances we now find ourselves in Granbury, Tx too good to be true? Or, will the “other shoe” of impending doom come crashing down and leave devastating head and heart trauma? The answer is “yes” and … it’s “no.” No avoiding the damn issue of “maybe,” the greatest non-answer of all time. It’s a cowardly little word that neither assuages concerns nor confronts them. “Maybe” avoids the truth to questions I’ve presented on Monday. The “Granbury” period of our lives which has brought to realization some dreams we had put on hold or simply gave up on them happening. Score for Clan Rich/Macdougall! BUT! Life has taught us, “the other shoe will drop.” When? Hell, if I know…will it be bad? Probably. Why? Im not a damn fortune teller, I’m not Kreskin. All I know is that Buddha in his four noble truths laid it all out. The First Noble Truth: In this world, you will suffer loss, pain, heartbreak and death. This is the unavoidable truth. Shit! There’s nothing new here, I’m not some full of life and stupid nineteen year old; I’ve hit and surpassed the big 5-0 I know the rules of the game, I’ve had my ass beat, I’ve cried gallons of tears…I know how this turns out. It ain’t pretty.

As I tried often in my past career and current life as a teacher (it’s not something you stop being) to impart these little nuggets of truth to my youthful charges under my instruction; it’s not uncommon to see responses of despair and anger. “IT AIN’T FAIR MR. RICH!” uh…no shit, but there you go. Then, you hit them with second of Buddha’s truths. The Second Noble Truth: in this life of loss, we are to joyfully participate in the events that come in our life. This is the truth of choice. It’s your state of mind. It’s the roller coaster ride; it’s, if I might quote Forrest Gump, …it’s “the box of chocolates.” State of mind sports fans and bar patrons…no maybe will suffice. You gotta be Forrest or be like Tony Soprano. Remember the scene when Tony is talking with Dr. Melli and says, “-"You know my feelings: Every day is a gift. It's just, does it have to be a pair of socks?"* I’m going to take it as it comes. A brilliant, compassionate, passionate, empathetic realist (should there be any other kind) who I’ve had the absolute honor, pleasure and joy to know for twenty seven years, she didn’t play around with the ending climax question from Monday. She said in response to “wait for the other shoe to drop. Is this too good to be true?” It isn’t….enjoy those moments. It doesn’t matter which of the two conditions exist: enjoy them. Joyfully participate in the trials of this life. Gotcha!

Here we are blessed to realize a dream in a brand new place with more uncertainties than I have fingers on both hands. We will have a blast here; we get kicked in the gut here, but we’re here. The next round is on me…cheers, Slainte, salud!

*Chase, David; The Sopranos; Season 6; Episode 9; HBO Productions; 2006

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moregraceful · 2 years

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do i suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous misfortune or do i need to take my dog and my tea on a walk, let’s find out

#cool stories with kasper

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inevitably-johnlocked · 4 years

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Five Fics Friday: Nov. 27/20

Happy Friday, my lovelies! I’ll eventually get back to reading some fics, but in the meantime, check out these 3 new fics in my queue, and a couple more Christmassy fics to get you into the holiday spirit <3 Enjoy!! <3

NEW MFL’s THIS WEEK

Serendipity by Calais_Reno (T, 18,222 w., 3 Ch. || Serendipity Fusion || Christmas, Romance, Coincidences, First Meetings, Misunderstandings, New York City, Fate and Destiny) – A bit of New York Christmas fluff, based on the 2001 movie.

The Slings and Arrows of Outrageous Misfortune by Sherlockwatsonholmesblog (M, 20,455+ w., 4/? Ch || WiP || Post TLD, Five Stages of Grief, Estranged Friends to Lovers, Implied / Referenced Suicide, Self Hatred, Slow Burn, Emotional Trauma, Recovery) – There seems to be something tragic in a friendship so coloured by romance, for they have loved each other immensely. However, Some Days, love isn’t enough. Sherlock and John persevering, as always.

A Detective's Guide to the Countryside by MorganeUK (G, 30,929 w., 12 Ch. || Post TRF, Case Fic, Deductions, Texting, Serial Killers, Big Brother Mycroft, Mutual Pining, Scars, Hospitals, Misunderstandings) – A few months after Sherlock returns, John is now living again in 221b. Everything back in place like it was before, even if some uneasiness creeps in sometimes. The Fall and the stunt the detective pulled when he came back - interrupting John when he was going to propose to his girlfriend! - are still sore subjects as well as what actually happened while Sherlock was away. But the pursuit of an elusive serial killer that will take them all around the UK will help him salvage their friendship and maybe find more along the way.

ANYTHING GOES CHRISTMAS EDITION

Entanglement by orphan_account (G, 3,218 w., 1 Ch. || Confessions, Physics, Metaphors, Texting, Pining, Christmas, Mind Palace, Sick Fic, Fluff, Humour, Praise Kink) - On Christmas Eve, snow covers London, John visits Harry, and Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson untangle some knots.

Memories Lost on Christmas Day by agnesanutter, PlainJane (G, 5,479 w., 3 Ch. || Fluff, Hospitals, Worried Sherlock, Post-TRF, Christmas) – It's the day before Christmas and Sherlock and John are exactly where they need to be....

#johnlock fic recs #my fic recs #five fics friday

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ao3feed-johnlock · 4 years

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read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Ej87ph

by Sherlockwatsonholmesblog

There seems to be something tragic in a friendship so coloured by romance, for They have loved each other. However, Some Days, love isn’t enough.

Sherlock and John persevering, as always.

Words: 4197, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sherlock Holmes, Mrs. Hudson (Sherlock Holmes), John Watson, Molly Hooper, Ella Thompson, Greg Lestrade, Mycroft Holmes, Sally Donovan

Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Sherlock Holmes & John Watson

Additional Tags: Five Stages of Grief, Estranged Friends to Lovers, Post-Episode: s04e02 The Lying Detective, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Implied/Referenced Suicide, musings about death, Emotional Trauma, Recovery, Self-Reflection, Self-Hatred, Slow Burn, Rosamund Mary "Rosie" Watson - Freeform, Don't copy to another site, Johnlock - Freeform

July 25, 2020 at 12:55AM

#AO3 works tagged 'Sherlock Holmes/John Watson'#ao3feed #fanfic #johnlock #sherlock/john <a rel="au

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twdmusicboxmystery · 5 years

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TWD 10x05: What It Always Is - Details

Okay, how did everyone like the episode? Let’s dive in.

***As always, spoilers abound below for episode 10x05. Don’t read until you’ve watched!!!***

Opening sequence:

This was the part with Kelly. There were quite a few Beth symbols here. It starts out with her hearing lots of birds chirping.

There’s the dragonfly (think The Deer and the Bug Theory), the banner which had red, blue, green, and yellow on it,

and of course the yellow and black pig, which she kills.

The pigs pretty much always die. It’s also kind of a callback to 4x01 when Clara (Creepy Walker Chick) wanted to eat the dead pig Rick found in the woods.

I started thinking about the pigs and trying to define them, much as I did the bus. Here’s what I came up with. In 4a, Rick literally kills the piglets to lead the walkers away from the walls, so they can fix the fences and keep the people at the prison safe. So I think the pigs represent a “sacrifice” to keep the living safe. And it often involves a walker horde. You could say the same of the pigs in S7. Ezekiel was giving them to Negan so Negan wouldn’t attack the Kingdom. So by fulfilling the deal, he was sacrificing the pigs to keep the Kingdom safe. Here, Kelly allowed the walkers to have the pig to save herself. Just some thoughts I had on the pig theme.

When Kelly falls down, sitting by the rock, it reminded me of the dead guy Daryl saw by the deer in Them. She’s just sitting exactly the same way.

Here’s the thing about Kelly in this sequence. I felt like she was a representation of Beth, but it was hard for me, at first, to put my finger on why. As always, hashing things out with my fellow theorists helped. The best we can say right now is that she was, for a short time, a missing girl. And eventually, she was found. It even focused on her forehead injury. (Opposite side as Beth’s, but still.)

Even more interesting, she was found by her sister and, um…Daryl. Well, if Kelly = Beth, Beth’s sister and Beth’s Daryl are alive and well in this world, aren’t they? Just saying. There are more symbols that play into this (such as the colored flags we saw) but I’ll talk about them in more detail later in the week.

Negan and Brandon:

I definitely saw some Bethyl callbacks around Negan this episode. When they’re near the barbed wire—which apparently marks some of the Whisperers’ boundaries—a walker attacks him. He manages to kill it, but only after quite a fight. Brandon doesn’t lift a finger to help him. Once Negan puts the walker down, he says, “Thanks for the help.” That’s exactly what Beth said to Daryl in the golf club in Still. He also fights like both Beth and Daryl did, by using his heel to smash the walker’s face.

When Brandon gives him his coat and “new Lucille,” he asks if Negan likes them. Negan answers, “does pig shit stink?” So, another pig reference.

At one point, Brandon and Negan are rating walkers for “hotness,” which was kind of funny. But the numbers they mentioned were important. Brandon said one was a 7. Negan then says she’s clearly a 3. I was happy to hear both those numbers. Just recently, Emily posted the tarot card with the 7 stars on it, and of course there’s the rule of threes.

Amelia said she and Milo used to have a camp, but it got scattered and now it was just her and her son. That’s actually a lot like what happened in S4 with the prison. And when Brandon wants to follow Amelia and take her stuff, Negan says, “It’s best I go on alone and you go home.” That stood out to me because it has “Alone” and also the “home” theme in it.

Brandon also says, “I get it.”

Later when Negan talks to Milo, the kid is playing with an airplane. That’s super-significant. It’s been a much bigger symbol on FTWD than TWD, but I immediately thought of the plane crash on this past season of FTWD.

I said that I thought the plane crash represented some major disaster, and maybe was even symbolic of Beth getting shot. Here, Milo is playing with the plane and Negan even says, “oh no, we’re gonna crash.” So, I think this could have foreshadowed Milo’s death later in the episode. Which would just back up my theory about what it meant in FTWD.

Negan planned to take Milo and Amelia to Hilltop, but of course Brandon killed them. So, Negan killed him with a rock. (Ew. Seriously gnarly. *shudders*) Which, again, I think represents Negan killing his former self or his former way of life. This is him rejecting that and choosing a different path.

And then Negan goes to seek out the Whisperers. Which is pretty much what happens in the CBs. But I am glad to see this happening because I still think we’re right on track for what they’ve foreshadowed and this chain of events, no matter how long it goes, will lead to running into Beth.

When he crosses the barbed wire border, he’s wearing his Negan coat and carrying Lucille. He also calls himself the Big Bad Wolf again and says his “little pig, little pig” line. So he seems to be his old, Negan self, but I think it’s all an act to get the Whisperers to trust him. I also can’t help but wonder about that “little pig” reference. Yes, I know it’s something Negan says in the CBs, so it’s not specific to the show. But we’ve looked at it as part of the pig symbolism since Negan first appeared, which was one reason—of many—we thought Beth might show up with him. She obviously didn’t, but now this symbolism is back and I think this sequence will lead to her. Kind of interesting.

Alpha and Gamma:

I don’t have a lot to add here to what I already said yesterday. One thing I did notice was Alpha’s line to the male whisperer who was skinning the face off the walker. She said ears were the trickiest part. I’m not going to explain why that’s significant right now, as I’ll do a post about it later in the week. But just remember it for now. Also, there was a big emphasis on Kelly’s hearing loss in this episode, so it was kind of a theme.

Also, they said on TTD that the walker they were skinning in this scene was one Kelly killed in the opening sequence. That’s interesting to me. Not only did they make sure we caught it via TTD (I for one wouldn’t have otherwise) but think about that. If Kelly was a proxy for Beth, a walker she fought with ended up with the Whisperers. I just feel like it’s another hint at the tie between Beth’s arc and the Whisperers.

In terms of Aaron, I wanted to add that I’m seeing a callback to Them. When Gamma hurts her hand, he shows up with supplies to help her and introduces himself. That’s what he did in Them when TF was in need of water and a home. And of course, that’s when the music box woke up.

Ezekiel:

One thing I forgot to discuss yesterday is, assuming Zeke survives his cancer—which I think he will—how much of a parallel this is to Beth. Obviously, it’s cancer rather than being shot in the head, but the situation is similar. How often do non-believers tell us that because it’s the apocalypse, Grady wouldn’t be able to save her from her wound? Even being near a hospital, they still don’t have the resources they used to have and so won’t be able to save her. This is kind of similar. It’s something that would have been fine in the old world, but given how little they have in the way of medical treatment, they SHOULDN’T be able to save him. Especially if he goes to Grady or somewhere a lot like it for treatment, that will be a huge parallel.

At one point, Siddiq said that Zeke’s lump looked bad. Zeke answered, “No. It’s just the slings and arrows.” That’s a line from Hamlet’s famous “to be or not to be” speech. He talks about the “slings and arrows of outrageous misfortune.” I’m reading this about three different ways.

1. Hamlet’s speech, at its core, is about suicide, and why the majority of people are too cowardly to commit suicide. And while A) that may be in line with Zeke contemplating suicide last episode, it also B) ties him more heavily to Beth and realizing that, overall, he wants to live.

2. Everyone who dies at the end of Hamlet dies because of poison. So, I think this links Zeke to the poison (and possibly by extension, the radiation) arc.

3. There’s the “outrageous misfortune” line. In terms of the tarot cards, that wheel we keep seeing is the Wheel of Fortune. It represents life cycles, good and bad fortune, and fate. I might do more detail on this at a later point, but I think for Zeke, this foreshadows his death fake out. His happiness with Carol is over for the time being. And unfortunately, things are about to get worse for him. He’s about to have “outrageous misfortune.”

Near the end, he almost tells Carol over the radio, but doesn’t. Probably a mistake. Maybe to foreshadow that they don’t speak again (or say goodbye) before everything goes really bad?

During this part, Siddiq talks to Dante on the radio. We learn that Rosita is sick. Not sure what’s up with that, but they went out of their way to tell us that.

Also, apparently Gabriel isn’t at Alexandria. He left for some unknown reason and hasn’t returned. Thanks to @wdway for catching that. Why is it important?

Because Gabriel is the embodiment of the Sirius symbolism. And right now, they’re literally waiting for him to return.

Then Siddiq says, “I’m still here.” (Beth line.) And Dante has an interesting line where he says, “The universe is on pause until God returns.” He’s saying that not much is going on there medically and he’s referring to Siddiq as “god.” But it’s still an interesting line about God returning, no?

Connie, Magna, and Daryl:

Of course there’s the fact that they’re looking for the missing girl with all the Beth symbolism around her. Lt’s talk about Daryl’s story about Merle. Obviously it’s a callback to Still, where he talked to Beth about Merle and told a story about him. Beer is mentioned. And it all takes place on a lake. So, a body of water. Also, when he did the motion to tell how he’d hauled Merle alone, he put her arm around his neck. It looked exactly like the way he helped Beth in Alone, after she hurt her ankle.

I don’t have a whole lot more detail than that, other than what I’ve already said. Daryl does say, “I get it,” in that final scene when he’s talking to Connie.

I did notice one other random theme, here. It was a magic theme, of all things. First, Ezekiel, talking about the old world, said it had been a time of sorcery and witchcraft. (In other words, they could do awesome things to fight cancer.) Later, when Negan was talking to Milo, he used the term “voodoo magic” to describe flying. I just thought it was a weird theme. No idea what it means.

Emily’s song:

So I wrote yesterday’s post long before TTD aired, and I totally didn’t catch that they used Emily’s song in the show. By then, I didn’t want to add it to my post. But it’s AWESOME!

So there’s what @angelthefirst1 said: in 5x10 the music box awoke, an din 10x5, Emily’s song was used. Coincidence? No. Really not, my friends. Plus, just a few days before this episode aired, Emily shared some Bethyl artwork in her story. And a few days before that, she posted the tarot card picture. Yeah, I feel like she’s super close.

I have more to say about the song and how I’m interpreting the symbols in it, but that will be a post all its own later in the week. Overall, I think this is an awesome win for us. It’s music, it’s happening in this episode. It’s played over the scene when Yumiko mentions to Magna that the supplies are missing. That became part of Daryl and Connie’s arc when they were searching for a lost girl. I don’t think any of that is a coincidence, y’all. And I’m super excited to see it.

Also, Magna is reading a book called The Promised Land in this scene. I need to look into it more, as there are many books with that title. Most of them are about Israel or things related to the Old Testament. Given all the Moses symbolism around Beth, that’s not a coincidence either. One in particular was about the Exodus. So I’m wondering if that is a foreshadow about something to do with Magna or, better yet, something to do with Beth. 😉

Thoughts?

#beth greene #beth greene lives #beth is alive #beth is coming #td theory #td theories #team delusional #team defiance #beth is almost here #bethyl

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obstinaterixatrix · 4 years

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how many betrayals can one person endure? how often can trust be shattered into sharp, unforgiving fragments? knifing through your heart? your soul? the slings and arrows of outrageous misfortune shall not be suffered anymore. I have chosen to be illiterate. le ling is a trans woman and also my wife.

#orlbs #misclb

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bekaroth · 4 years

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Sorry for the long post but, I want to talk about one of my favorite bits of classic literature. It's one that's become sort of a joke amongst a lot of people, but is actually heart wrenching when you actually look into it.

It's the popular soliloquy from Shakespeare's Hamlet. The reason that it's so moving is because it's a very realistic depiction of someone contemplating suicide. I just want to kind of break it down and talk about the different parts.

To be, or not to be? That is the question—

This first part is what most people have heard before. Usually when people say something about Shakespeare in pop culture stuff like tv shows this is the line quoted. But, stop and pay attention to what is being said. Hamlet is literally asking, "Is there any point for me to exsist?" Or more frankly, "Is today the day I finally kill myself?" Is very heart breaking to think of.

Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,

And, by opposing, end them?

This part he's wondering if when all these horrible things are happening around him does he have to sit there and let them happen, or if there's a way to fight against misfortune. The solution he thinks of in the next part is not a happy one.

To die, to sleep—

No more—and by a sleep to say we end

The heartache and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to—’tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wished! To die, to sleep.

Back in these times the word sleep was sometimes interchangeable with the word death. Sort of like how when we in modern time are talking about someone who died but want to be more gentle about it we might say something like, "They are no longer with us," or, "They passed away." As best as I understand it this part is Hamlet questioning, "Why wouldn't I want to die? If i were dead I wouldn't have deal with life and all of the horrible things that come with it. It's only natural to want such a thing."

To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there’s the rub,

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

Must give us pause.

Here Hamlet questions it for a moment. The appeal of death always has at least one downside: death itself. When you die you are gone. There is nothing else that you can do on this earth. You stop experiencing the bad. But, the good things in life are also gone as well.

There’s the respect

That makes calamity of so long life.

Perhaps the reason that life is so precious is that fact that even though bad exists, working for the good in life makes it worth it?

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

Th’ oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,

The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,

The insolence of office, and the spurns

That patient merit of th’ unworthy takes,

When he himself might his quietus make

With a bare bodkin?

A bodkin is a type of dagger or knife. What being said here is that no matter what the area of trouble is in Hamlet's life, he feels that he can take care of that in one way. He can make everything silent with a well place move of his dagger.

Who would fardels bear,

To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

But that the dread of something after death,

The undiscovered country from whose bourn

No traveler returns, puzzles the will

And makes us rather bear those ills we have

Than fly to others that we know not of?

Fardels was a word used for both a bundle of something as well as stress of some kind on a person. Similar to the phrase, "Having the weight if the world on your shoulders." Hamlet could get rid of all the stress and pressure in his life by committing suicide, but that fact that he doesn't have a sure way to know what will happen to him after he died makes him second guess himself.

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,

And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,

And enterprises of great pitch and moment

With this regard their currents turn awry,

And lose the name of action.

He decides not to go through with it, but feels almost cowardly for not doing so. This is something that actually happens. Even though it's a good thing a suicidal person doesn't go through with it, it can make them feel even worse. It's the feeling of, "I can't even do this right either!" Even though that it's actually their self preservation instincts and logical thought process kicking in and saving them.

I guess the thing I take away from this soliloquy is that depression, anxiety, and self harming tendencies have been around forever, and thankfully we are in times where it's very easy to get help for them. From one person who's struggled with this for years to another, please be sure you are getting the help you need.

#tw suidice #suicide tw #trigger warning suiside #it's late and im in a depressive mood #that means my insomnia is cranked up to 12 #to sleep perchance to dream

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tanoraqui · 5 years

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For the TMA Avatar/Statement/Killed meme: Slaughter/Buried/Corruption.

Consumed by Corruption, for sure - the swarms of insects are always the episodes that freak me out the most, and I have enough personal history with illness that the variances that go with that are...not particularly fun. I do not think I would survive an encounter with the Corruption.

Give Statement of Buried, and here’s the statement I would give: I’ve been to New York City several times, because my aunt lives there, and the real Manahatten area every time, because she literally works in Times Square, and every time it has made me vaguely claustrophobic. I’m outdoors, yes; I can see the sky when I look up - but it’s so far away, held off by these terrible, too-tall buildings all around. They loom, they push me down to the earth, and all around me are the lights of screens and honks of cars and people, so many jostling people, smothering crowd and smothering skyscrapers. It’s fun for a bit, I think I’d survive to give a statement, but I don’t understand why people want to live in that city.

Become an Avatar of the Slaughter, for the anger burning inside me at all the injustice in the world, in the cosmos, and for the sheer poetry of it. Sing, o muse, of arms and a man! ’Tis nobler to take arms against the slings and arrows of outrageous misfortune! We shall fight on the beaches, in the fields and the streets, we shall never surrender until the blood itself runs out, and the piper’s song calls us home!

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bibiamor · 5 years

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O Fortuna velut LUNA

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teacherintransition · 2 years

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On The Road Again…

The second step …a bigger one…a smaller one?

Life changes …it’s all relative.

2022 has been a whirlwind of epic, but satisfying proportions: wife resigns from a position she held for thirty four years in late January; accepts travel nursing position in Alexandria, Louisiana first of February; college girl wrecks my just driven off the lot new car; move to Alexandria and 500 sq. ft. apartment for new job…city and apartment sight unseen February 18th; pay off house and Kim’s car in mid March; we are going to be grandparents for the fourth time; pack up and return to Nacogdoches on May 20th; on May 28th we leave to spend three weeks in Scotland and Ireland: last night in Ireland, Kim receives a phone call with a job offer in Granbury, Tx.; we are home two weeks; July 15th we pack up to prepare to move; arrive in Granbury July 16th; Kim starts her new job 8:00am today July 18th; Scarlet, our golden Pomeranian picks a fight with a heifer while I’m writing and drinking coffee. Did I properly punctuate that sentence or is it the run on from hell. Welcome to Le Chateau du Rich for the next three months!

Truth be told, this move is the realization of a dream on a truncated scale. A few years ago, we dreamed of moving out to the rolling hills of north central Texas. I had received two job offers from Granbury, but circumstances weren’t perfect. Brendan was still in college, the house was still a monthly mortgage bill and the hospital (whose name cannot be spoken) had yet to begin to self destruct under the yoke of a new corporation. Thus, moving west was put on “oh well” list accompanied by winning the lottery, marrying Sara Evans and disappearing D. B. Cooper style. Life can be cruel, but every so often it’ll be known for throwing the dog a bone. Lurking around such bone throwing is the ever present, “be careful what you wish for” caveat. Our adventure in Alexandria was the most daring action we’d ever take. The hospital was HUGE compared to the 200 bed county hospital where Kim had plied her nursing trade. Alexandria was like, a real city, with stories that negative Nancy’s told us trying to create trepidation. Bastards. We loved Alexandria and made wonderful friends. Kim’s professional reputation, higher I didn’t think it could go …DID. Did I mention we had only ever lived in Nacogdoches and Angelina counties? Imagine if you will, Kim spiking the football in the end zone of her first traveling nursing gig, an intrepid reporter coming up to her and asking, “hey Kim, you just kicked some ass…what’s next?” Kim replies, “I’m going to Scotland!” Nosy reporter squeezes in one more question, “and after that?” To wit Kim retorts, “gonna be livin’ the dream in Granbury!”

Silently, drifting among the ethereal realms, a voice whispers, “be…careful…what …you wish for…you might just get it!” High anxiety!!!

Hmmmm, sophomore jinx? It could happen. As I write on the front porch of our new digs for the next three months as my dogs lie about me, I contemplate the fact that the temperature will reach 109° today as it has the last week and for the foreseeable future. In Alexandria, we lived in the city, our haunts were just moments away. In Granbury, things are much more spread out ala’ Texas. Kim’s new hospital is tiny; only a seventy five bed facility. We are an hour away from our three grandchildren! There’s a brewery and winery in town! Rugged hills for small hikes with open skies uninterrupted with the bony protrusions of pine trees. A historically classic Texas city square with antiques, coffee shops, cafes and bars. Too good to be true? Well, this is America and we are working middle class who have “suffered the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune” or misfortune. Aaaannnd, we are both folks who carry around those nasty little anxiety conditions and have been trained to wait for the other shoe to drop. Is this too good to be true? …. We

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