I vote yay. It's like you opened up my soul and read the very words that described my being. Thank you for that. Thank you. — Hanover
I don't eat or sleep properly - I haven't eaten all day until just now, for instance - I have terrible memory, and I often act like a sociopath or someone with Asperger's. There are some basic day-to-day stuff that I've just stopped doing, which leads to problems. I'm not communicating with people in my life as I'm expected to. I'm barely coping. All of this is causing big problems for me. I'm not entirely sure what's wrong with me. It's obviously something, even if it doesn't have a name like you get with a mental disorder. Some of this sociopath stuff fits. I got my job through superficial charm, and I use it on customers, but the people I work with have clocked on that I'm a robot, and they expect me to be like them all of the time and not stand there being unsociable, which is difficult and draining. My job requires me to be an actor on different levels almost at all times.
But there's always a bright side, I suppose. This pizza I'm eating right now tastes good. — S
The Very Hungry Caterpillar is a book where the moral of the story is to eat and eat and eat and just keep on eating until you're obese enough to turn into a beautiful butterfly. This sends the wrong message, and has lead to the obesity crisis we now find ourselves in. Instead of lots of beautiful butterflies, we just have lots of ugly fat people.
Because of this, all copies of the book should be burnt, along with all fat people. Then we can start afresh. — S
Oh no. Don't go there. I wanna keep my smiley face on. I like the Happy Lounge :party: — Amity
Others, inversely, believed that it was fundamental to eliminate useless works. They invaded the hexagons (rooms of books), showed credentials that were not always false, leafed through a volume with displeasure and condemned whole shelves: their hygienic, ascetic furor caused the senseless perdition of millions of books. Their name is execrated, but those who deplore the "treasures" destroyed by this frenzy neglect two notable facts. One: the Library is so enormous that any reduction of human origin is infinitesimal. The other: every copy is unique, irreplaceable, but (since the Library is total) there are always several hundred thousand imperfect facsimiles: works which differ only in a letter or comma. — J.L. Borges, The Library of Babel
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