“People like to fall for their own tricks.”
I need your advice
What?
How do you say no without disappointing someone.
You can’t.
There’s got to be some way — I’ve seen people do it.
Ok, but do they actually say “no,” or are they just sliding out of it and not claiming responsibility for saying no, or are they just giving themselves an opportunity to be at a safe distance first?
Huh.
You can’t really tell someone “no” and not disappoint them, it’s just whether or not you respect them, and yourself, enough to tell them “no” without any window dressing. Saying anything else that hints at “no” is just delaying the inevitable. Sure, they’ll be disappointed, but you are saying “don’t be disappointed now; wait until I’m gone.” And that’s how relationships are ruined, because then you give yourself distance between you and that person, knowing that the farther away from them, the more comfortable you feel. But what you didn’t realize is that the closer you are to them, the more uncomfortable you feel, so when you think about connecting with them again you start to feel uncomfortable, and when, or even if, you are around them again it just feels weird. All because you couldn’t just say no in the first place. I’m not just talking romantic relationships either; any relationship where two people are involved. And what you didn’t realize is that you now have taught yourself the closer you are to that person, the more uncomfortable you feel.
I kind of get it. I mean, I’ve always gotten that concept, but for some reason I just keep falling in the same trap. Like, it doesn’t matter that I know junk food is bad for me; I keep eating it.
you treat other people the way that you want to be treated. You don’t want to hurt them, but you have to think about the long term. That’s what makes a good leader; for others to follow, and for yourself to follow. How would you like it if someone led you on and dragged you down a rocky path before finally letting go?
I hate it.
Okay… Well you need to see that. It takes bravery and courage to tell someone “no,” and to know that you most likely will disappoint them in the short term, but it is, without a doubt, better in the long run. It always is.
Time heals all wounds, right?
Yup. It’s not a race, but it never hurts to get a head start.
Life is a one-liner.
No it’s not!
Well it’s not now. Why’d you have to ruin my one-liner? I had a perfectly fine one-liner until you came in with your stupid line. It’s not like we can just take it back. We’re stuck with it.
Well you don’t have to pretend like it doesn’t exist. Without that second line you would have never been able to make that third line. Maybe we ARE stuck in this together, but it wouldn’t kill you to see the good in it.
…Oh, what a mess. look at all these lines. What are we going to do?
We’re going to deal with it.
Can’t we quit without saving, or ctrl+alt+del?
Could you be able to sleep at night?
No… probably not.
I could… I’m scared.
If it’s really what you want then, then I’ll do whatever makes it easier for you. I don’t get much sleep anyways.
I’m going to miss you.
You don’t have to.
I want to.
Ready?
Yeah…
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This is my first attempt at making an animated gif. Any technical advice would be greatly appreciated.
Sorry for ruining Pac-man.
A man sat down on a park bench and started reading the newspaper. He grew more and more bewildered with each word, not knowing what to make of the news.
A child then came up to him and asked, “Sir, why are you holding that upside-down?”
To which the man replied, “Because I’m illiterate.”
The job of the modern day postman seems so pointless and obligatory, going house to house, meticulously delivering people’s spam mail with dedication and care so those on the receiving end can have something to feed the garbage guys every Tuesday. Sometimes I’ll look at what mail I’m actually putting in people’s mailboxes; insurance brochures, neighborhood community membership form, pizza&pop coupons, dirty magazines, health and diet magazines. And then every once in a while something ‘normal’ gets my attention. Normal as in a regularly sized envelope and not some gaudy, oddly proportioned postcard that’s supposed to grab your attention from its irregular shape, but ends up getting lost in a sea of irregular shapes. This normal letter is handwritten from a real person and sent to another real person. They decided to dedicate time to show they care. I scooped out all the junk mail from the mailbox and left them only the handwritten one, and drove to the next house.
“I try to do my best to speak in terms the common man can understand, because after all, I am a common man, and I certainly don’t want to start ununderstanding myself.”