Wylee_Coyote wrote:empath wrote:I prefer *stabbity-stab*, myself...but then, I work in a kitchen, and cut open bags of frozen food with a big, sharp knife. *sighs with satisfaction*
Remind me not to pester you in the kitchen! O.o
Bah; don't worry about it, the worst I'd do is cut open a few bags of taters or wings (until recently, I used to rip 'em open with my bare hands: grasp it at just the right spot below the sealed end, and pull with just enough force to break the plastic below
(since the seal is STRONGER and will provide an 'anchor' to pull against) yet not so much force that food goes flying - I was really good at it. Thanks for the arthritis, mom.
The few occasions I use a knife are to joint a chicken...make a shallow slit down the breast to separate the skin, then firm pressure down one side of the keel like a cleaver to chop through the cartilage, then two quick chops either size of the spine, and you've got two half-chickens, and if you need quarters, the only thing holding the thigh to the breast now is a layer of skin so you can just pull them apart.
Yeah...if I were to ever kill someone, I don't think I'd ever be so cowardly and impersonal as to use a
gun; either a decent length of blade to get between the ribs and stop the heart, strong enough to sever the spine up at C2. Either that or 'the Segal Special' and again, turn the lights off quickly and painlessly.
...I think my vent is that I've seriously thought about the most humane way to extinguish a human life in a rather detached and clinical manner.
Yeah, so my wife asked me to check a spot on her side, which lead to me putting my warm hands on cold spots (her elbows, for example), and us hugging affectionately. And since I was sitting and her standing, as we were just moving to 'de-couple', she commented totally nonchalantly "You know, when I hug you like that with your head in my arms, I think about how I could just snap your neck...but I don't do it." Match made in heaven; two peas in a pod.
empath wrote:Oh, and the dude's
drunk - his perception and judgement are SUPPOSED to be grossly impaired. At least he is trying to get a cab, rather than drive his own car home
(which he's convinced he is perfectly capable of operating safely in his circumstances at the time), but yeah what he sees as 'amicable' is gonna be a LITTLE skewed, just like his motor coordination.
Stipulated - I'm glad he wasn't in a car too. But waiting your turn for things you want is something most people learn in
kindergarten. Other people, just as drunk, were able to manage it, which is why the line was full. If the guy regresses that far when he drinks, he should probably drink less.[/quote]
Don't get me wrong, I fully agree with you there, but I find the key to dealing with a person is understanding 'where they're coming from' and how they feel/think - if you can grok that, you can predict how they'll respond to actions, and then you can work out what you want to say and do to get them to respond in the way you WANT. In this (belated) case, if he's worried about you "not being amicable", he might have been worried about upsetting you or even causing a scene altogether; in the circumstances, I probably would've tried responding to him with conciliatory things to dispel any anxiety or ire he might have had building, and subtly work in that since his jumping the queue was the
source of me losing my 'amicability', he could help things out by waiting his turn. (again, using supportive, positive tones and choices of phrases and terms to try to spin things to a beneficial resolution.
...of course, I'm saying this with the benefit of both a day or two of hindsight, and second-hand 'armchair quarterback' position.
Deedles wrote:This could go in the depression thread, but it also fits here, so seeing as this is the thread furthest up on the page I'll post here.
Had a problem for a long time of wanting to do something, but being at a loss as to what that 'something' is. I used to get it quite frequently, but I haven't for at least 3 months or so, but now I feel like it again, and I just... urgh. I just end up sitting here, staring at my desk and screen because I'm just incapable of working up the energy or motivation to do anything. This post is about the only thing I've been able to do, and ... yeah.
Fuck my brain
You're not alone - I'm getting off a three-day weekend where I've had big plans to do things; accomplish things, start things...
...and here it is at 9pm on the 3rd day and I've done two things: 1) jack and b) squat.
it after all."
