What a judge
Aug. 25th, 2005 06:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
peterbirksLord Miros (Bill Purle) doesn't allow anonymous posts on his blog (http://bitharsh.blogspot.com), so I will just have to rip off a quote from his latest piece of marvellousness:
then there were things which reminded me just why I hate people, and why I sometimes hate poker, and why I really hate Luton. Luton was a timely reminder of just what FUCKING ARSEHOLES people can be.
Bill was just wondering why he was occasionally suffused with gloom, even when things seemed to be going perfectly. It goes with the territory, mate. Andy Ward suffers from it. I suffer from it. Christ, Daniel Negreanu suffers from it, so we have the comfort of knowing that it won't even go away if we become multi-millionaires.
Andy responded to Bill's post with the line that depression is part of the human condition, and that even if we have nothing to be fed up about, every so often the body takes over and pushes us into a black dog funk. Of course, Andy may just be referring to the people that count. Let's discard the 95% of the world that, as Woody Allen found in Annie Hall, are perfectly content because they are utterly shallow and vacuous.
My own line is that it all went wrong with the American Constitution, which people seem to imagine gives you a right to happiness (it doesn't, of course, it just gives you the right to pursue it -- no guarantees there). If I feel fed up or depressed or, generally just sad (which I do a lot of the time) I just say to myself: Come to terms with your sadness rather than trying to do something to change it.
In its own little way, this works. I avoid places like Luton. In fact, I avoid lots of places, because I don't care about most people. Many of them are utter arseholes and, one day, I might do something I regret and bugger the consequences. Best, therefore, to play on the computer.
then there were things which reminded me just why I hate people, and why I sometimes hate poker, and why I really hate Luton. Luton was a timely reminder of just what FUCKING ARSEHOLES people can be.
Bill was just wondering why he was occasionally suffused with gloom, even when things seemed to be going perfectly. It goes with the territory, mate. Andy Ward suffers from it. I suffer from it. Christ, Daniel Negreanu suffers from it, so we have the comfort of knowing that it won't even go away if we become multi-millionaires.
Andy responded to Bill's post with the line that depression is part of the human condition, and that even if we have nothing to be fed up about, every so often the body takes over and pushes us into a black dog funk. Of course, Andy may just be referring to the people that count. Let's discard the 95% of the world that, as Woody Allen found in Annie Hall, are perfectly content because they are utterly shallow and vacuous.
My own line is that it all went wrong with the American Constitution, which people seem to imagine gives you a right to happiness (it doesn't, of course, it just gives you the right to pursue it -- no guarantees there). If I feel fed up or depressed or, generally just sad (which I do a lot of the time) I just say to myself: Come to terms with your sadness rather than trying to do something to change it.
In its own little way, this works. I avoid places like Luton. In fact, I avoid lots of places, because I don't care about most people. Many of them are utter arseholes and, one day, I might do something I regret and bugger the consequences. Best, therefore, to play on the computer.
