Just because it was funny, that does not make it any less true.
Also, Axel, I've probably told you this already, but if you kill yourself (and I don't think you will), I'll murder you. I'll miss having you as a friend, and as a reminder that the people who have opinions I disagree with can be totally nice and awesome independently of that.
Suicide is a result of pain exceeding one's ability to cope with it. Intelligence has very little to do with that.
One's intelligence has a lot to do with how much pain you can cope with.
Hmmm. If I were to be a grammar nazi and insist on not ending that sentence with a preposition, it would be "One's intelligence has a lot to do with with how much pain you can cope." Double with!
One's intelligence has a lot to do with how much pain you can cope with.
True, but it's a mistake to underestimate what mental illness and trauma (such as suicidal thoughts themselves) can do to those coping abilities. This isn't necessarily directed toward Axel, because I don't understand his situation, but if you're having suicidal thoughts don't let pride get in the way of finding help, even if you can't see yourself acting on them at the time. You can be intelligent and let the pain get out of hand; in fact, it's very possible that there is a positive correlation between IQ and suicide rates.
Hmmm. If I were to be a grammar nazi and insist on not ending that sentence with a preposition, it would be "One's intelligence has a lot to do with with how much pain you can cope." Double with!
Yep - It's a non-rule that arose from some long-dead Grammarians who thought english should - and tried to force it to - obey the rules of Latin grammar. It's never really been a rule in English, and thus why this is an unacceptable form of correction up with which we shall not put.
Last night I went out on a date with one of my bestest friends. We had vietnamese food (which I gather means "add mangos to everything") and then hung out at home drinking wine. We snuggled on the couch, and fell asleep with our arms around each other. A really fun evening. Sigh. If she didn't live 4 hours away by train, and didn't smoke... maybe I'm being too picky.
I kind of feel like I'm in a similar situation. I mentioned it a couple weeks ago, but here's a little more on it.
So three years ago or so, one of my best friends tells me about this girl he met (through MySpace of all places) and then suggests that I should try hooking up with her when she's in Seattle visiting (she lives in Portland, about 3 hours drive). The first time, I wasn't really feeling it that much, so nothing happened. The next time we meet is a few months later, and we're down in Portland visiting her and her friends instead. This time we both get really drunk and end up making out for a couple hours before passing out.
Over the next few years we see each other every once in a while, and I never bothered to pursue it since it didn't seem like she was that interested. In fact, early last year, she made it a point to tell me that she just wanted to be friends (which came off as odd to me at the time since I didn't say anything to bring that up).
So, you can sort of imagine my surprise when a couple weeks ago, during another visit up here, she initiates and starts making out with me. And then the next night we had sex. And then last week she was up visiting for a show, and we did it again.
Now I'm in a position where I really do want to turn this into a closer relationship, and it's not just because she had sex with me, I honestly do like her more now than when we first met (we've both done some growing up I think), but I don't know if I want to do a long-ish distance thing. I'm just really bad at maintaining relationships with people I don't see on a regular basis.
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Also, Axel, I've probably told you this already, but if you kill yourself (and I don't think you will), I'll murder you. I'll miss having you as a friend, and as a reminder that the people who have opinions I disagree with can be totally nice and awesome independently of that.
Hmmm. If I were to be a grammar nazi and insist on not ending that sentence with a preposition, it would be "One's intelligence has a lot to do with with how much pain you can cope." Double with!
Anyways, the depression talk should be off in the depression thread now, while this thread is currently bare.
Edit: Women are crazy.
I'm glad you and Jen having a fun time with Karl, Axel. I heard you guys were playing Baron Munchhausen.
So three years ago or so, one of my best friends tells me about this girl he met (through MySpace of all places) and then suggests that I should try hooking up with her when she's in Seattle visiting (she lives in Portland, about 3 hours drive). The first time, I wasn't really feeling it that much, so nothing happened. The next time we meet is a few months later, and we're down in Portland visiting her and her friends instead. This time we both get really drunk and end up making out for a couple hours before passing out.
Over the next few years we see each other every once in a while, and I never bothered to pursue it since it didn't seem like she was that interested. In fact, early last year, she made it a point to tell me that she just wanted to be friends (which came off as odd to me at the time since I didn't say anything to bring that up).
So, you can sort of imagine my surprise when a couple weeks ago, during another visit up here, she initiates and starts making out with me. And then the next night we had sex. And then last week she was up visiting for a show, and we did it again.
Now I'm in a position where I really do want to turn this into a closer relationship, and it's not just because she had sex with me, I honestly do like her more now than when we first met (we've both done some growing up I think), but I don't know if I want to do a long-ish distance thing. I'm just really bad at maintaining relationships with people I don't see on a regular basis.