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butterflyThis is not one of those times. This is a morning for random complaints. So, shall we?
Most adjectives/adverbs have no place in an objective piece of work. Yes, 'green' and 'big' are all very well and good, but even ones that seem as innocent as that are dangerous. They lead to questions - How big? Big in comparision to what? How green? Green like grass or green like Billy Boyd's eyes? And even then, that only brings up more questions. Green like Billy Boyd's eyes under what lighting conditions? And with what outfit (they do change, depending)? Slowly as in a snail moving or as the way an elf ages?
And then you run into the subjective problems - what if the green that they see isn't the green that you see? How can you know? You can't, of course. So, obviously, the solution is to strip out adjectives and adverbs entirely.
That's not even counting the manipulative ones (Such as the 'obviously' that I slipped into the last sentence in the above paragraph that was clearly meant to influence opinion). It's limiting, is what it is. I mean, I can go on all I like about what I think Sarah Michelle Geller's eyes are saying in the good-bye scene in The Gift, but I could easily find someone who thought she was projecting an emotion that is completely contradictory.
It's all absolutely impossible. There are too many words in this language in any case, so I propose that we lose the adjectives and adverbs. Let people make up their own minds about what things mean. Sure, life would be less descriptive, but my flist would take less time to read. And all life is a trade-off.
Speaking of Frodo, he really does get a sucky deal. Save the world - life will suck and you'll travel to a heaven that you don't get to stay in. As a bonus - you will leave all your friends behind, traveling only with a really old dude and the guy who sent you on the near-suicide mission in the first place. And yeah, you'll see your best friend again, but not for sixty years! Which is a long time to live with only one other adult your height. And he's, as previously mentioned, really old and probably not the best company, as he keeps falling asleep whenever something interesting happens.
I mean, Frodo's deal is worse that Angel and Spike's combined. I mean, Spike got his arms back, one might note. And Frodo never even had the chance to have a son. Or two big romantic affairs plus a lifetimes-long sex and mayhem thing with a way hot blonde.
I mean, Valinor is probably the bee's knees and I'm not discounting that but... it majorly sucks that someone had to pretty much have their soul destroyed before the Ring could melt. I mean, it sucks worse than Jar-Jar Binks. It sucks worse than Glitter. Though, now that I think about, I wasn't. Speaking of Frodo.
I'm a bit hyperactive at the moment. I'm also stressed, a touch depressed, and kinda moody. I have work tomorrow, but I can't imagine sleeping. Sleeping is one of those things that Happen to Other People.
In a way, I'm repressing. I'm deliberately trying not to think of what's really bothering, so I'm thinking of things that actually don't bother me at all.
I just... I always knew that I hated the way my dad is when he's drunk. I see it enough. I hate it. So much.
But I didn't remember until yesterday that my mom isn't too much fun either. It's been so long since I've seen her that way. I didn't remember.
Whenever I wonder what it's like to be drunk, I think of my dad, and that's always enough for me to really not want to know. But I'd forgotten what mom was like.
I'm not saying this to... insult anyone. But I just don't understand why people do that to themselves. I don't understand.
This is probably what my mom means when she says that I'm naive.
I don't understand.
I'm not really sure that I want to.
Edit: In other news, I almost never like the 'O-pos' (also known as the 'little black dress') of whatever fandom. I like to think that this makes me a rebel, but suspect that it just makes me contrary.
Most adjectives/adverbs have no place in an objective piece of work. Yes, 'green' and 'big' are all very well and good, but even ones that seem as innocent as that are dangerous. They lead to questions - How big? Big in comparision to what? How green? Green like grass or green like Billy Boyd's eyes? And even then, that only brings up more questions. Green like Billy Boyd's eyes under what lighting conditions? And with what outfit (they do change, depending)? Slowly as in a snail moving or as the way an elf ages?
And then you run into the subjective problems - what if the green that they see isn't the green that you see? How can you know? You can't, of course. So, obviously, the solution is to strip out adjectives and adverbs entirely.
That's not even counting the manipulative ones (Such as the 'obviously' that I slipped into the last sentence in the above paragraph that was clearly meant to influence opinion). It's limiting, is what it is. I mean, I can go on all I like about what I think Sarah Michelle Geller's eyes are saying in the good-bye scene in The Gift, but I could easily find someone who thought she was projecting an emotion that is completely contradictory.
It's all absolutely impossible. There are too many words in this language in any case, so I propose that we lose the adjectives and adverbs. Let people make up their own minds about what things mean. Sure, life would be less descriptive, but my flist would take less time to read. And all life is a trade-off.
Speaking of Frodo, he really does get a sucky deal. Save the world - life will suck and you'll travel to a heaven that you don't get to stay in. As a bonus - you will leave all your friends behind, traveling only with a really old dude and the guy who sent you on the near-suicide mission in the first place. And yeah, you'll see your best friend again, but not for sixty years! Which is a long time to live with only one other adult your height. And he's, as previously mentioned, really old and probably not the best company, as he keeps falling asleep whenever something interesting happens.
I mean, Frodo's deal is worse that Angel and Spike's combined. I mean, Spike got his arms back, one might note. And Frodo never even had the chance to have a son. Or two big romantic affairs plus a lifetimes-long sex and mayhem thing with a way hot blonde.
I mean, Valinor is probably the bee's knees and I'm not discounting that but... it majorly sucks that someone had to pretty much have their soul destroyed before the Ring could melt. I mean, it sucks worse than Jar-Jar Binks. It sucks worse than Glitter. Though, now that I think about, I wasn't. Speaking of Frodo.
I'm a bit hyperactive at the moment. I'm also stressed, a touch depressed, and kinda moody. I have work tomorrow, but I can't imagine sleeping. Sleeping is one of those things that Happen to Other People.
In a way, I'm repressing. I'm deliberately trying not to think of what's really bothering, so I'm thinking of things that actually don't bother me at all.
I just... I always knew that I hated the way my dad is when he's drunk. I see it enough. I hate it. So much.
But I didn't remember until yesterday that my mom isn't too much fun either. It's been so long since I've seen her that way. I didn't remember.
Whenever I wonder what it's like to be drunk, I think of my dad, and that's always enough for me to really not want to know. But I'd forgotten what mom was like.
I'm not saying this to... insult anyone. But I just don't understand why people do that to themselves. I don't understand.
This is probably what my mom means when she says that I'm naive.
I don't understand.
I'm not really sure that I want to.
Edit: In other news, I almost never like the 'O-pos' (also known as the 'little black dress') of whatever fandom. I like to think that this makes me a rebel, but suspect that it just makes me contrary.
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Date: 2004-02-08 07:03 am (UTC)I think we all have things bothering us, to an extent, and we escape through LJ, but it's also the kind of place that you can post about what bothers you, because you will find people who support you, and want things to be well again for you.
See me not discuss Frodo. He breaks my heart.
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Date: 2004-02-08 07:13 am (UTC)One of my mom's things is - life can suck but complaining about it makes you naive. Which I don't agree with on an intellectual level, but which sneaks up and wallops me on the emotional level.
I mean, I love my mom but she's extremely... fatalistic at times. This Is How It Is, So Get Used To It. Have you ever read The Giver? Kinda like that, only not anywhere near as extreme.
I think we all have things bothering us, to an extent, and we escape through LJ, but it's also the kind of place that you can post about what bothers you, because you will find people who support you, and want things to be well again for you.
This is the part of LJ that I do least often. Mostly, I escape. It's easier and I know how. This being open thing? It's hard. I can do it, but it's hard. I want to laugh and be light-hearted and innocent and naive. I want to be fun and fandom and not worry about the tough things. But I know that I'm not naive, because I know that some things aren't possible. It's just that I disagree with my mom on where the line is drawn.
See me not discuss Frodo. He breaks my heart.
He does that to me, too. Every time I see the movie and whenever I think about that.
My Dad is so like this
Date: 2004-02-08 10:05 am (UTC)That's my dad in a nutshell, except for the drinking. Both my parents were raised by alcoholics and they don't drink at all. I know I got the alcoholic/addiction gene and it takes a lot of will power for me to have just one drink (but I can do it). I have plenty of healthier addictions, like Angel.
My mom is the one that emotionally abused me, but my dad's attitude was just as damaging. It was very hard for me, especially because I am a very passionate person and just don't accept the status quo. Something inside of me does judge things and pushes me to work to change what I don't like. Because my father is so apathetic and fatalistic, I lost a lot of respect for him. If you don't like something, you can change it and you should if it is important, especially stuff about ourselves.
His attitude makes him a classic enabler and my mom is nuts, officially and technically. His attitude allowed her to emotionally abuse my brothers and me. It allows her to continue her self-destructive behavior. He draws the line at her suicide attempts. Sometimes I wonder if he would just let her do that because there is nothing he can do about it. I know he is tired of dealing with it.
He doesn't know how to deal with his parents or any sort of conflict. In short, he doesn't know how to deal with life. There is nothing wrong with not liking something. Others have said it, but I want to expand on it. What is wrong is convincing ourselves to like something or that not liking it it wrong. Tolerance doesn't mean we like it. South Park has a very good episode about this. Not liking this helps us deal with life. It motivates change. It makes the world a better place. We just have to decide what it important enough to spend our energy on and what really shouldn't matter.
Re: My Dad is so like this
Date: 2004-02-11 07:10 pm (UTC)Exactly.
If you don't like something, you can change it and you should if it is important, especially stuff about ourselves.
Yes, yes, yes. This is what I believe and I only believe it more as time goes by. According to my mom, I should be losing my idealism - but I don't really think that I ever was an idealist. Believing that our culture can be changed is not a fool's fancy - it happens all the time, it is happening in every moment. Our culture is in a state of constant change - what's needed is not to start change but to shift the rudder.
Have you ever read Ishmael?
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Date: 2004-02-08 07:18 am (UTC)*hugs you tight*
It's not even getting drunk for me. Sometimes I just imagine being able to have a drink at the end of a long day...or going out with friends to a bar, or a party.
Then I remember. What my father was like. And I don't.
Don't apologize for not understanding. Be glad.
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Date: 2004-02-08 07:27 am (UTC)Sometimes, I want to try to explain it to my family. How it makes me feel. But I'm not good at complaining (note that I use a word with negative connotations - therapy helped a little, though I probably should have stayed in it longer) and I've never been good at talking to my parents. Well, about my feelings. I'm great at talking around things, or about things that have nothing to do with how I'm feeling at any given moment, but actual conversation that involves my feelings? I shut down.
I've almost deleted what I'm writing here several times. Because my mind is telling me that I'm being a big whiny baby. I have an abhorrence of tears in myself when it comes to reality. Which is probably why I welcome the release of crying over fiction.
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Date: 2004-02-08 07:32 am (UTC)*giggles*
*hgus*
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Date: 2004-02-08 07:41 am (UTC)Glad you were amused. I'll have you know that adjectives tramatized me as a young child. If you give me time, I'm sure that I'll be able to
make upremember how.(no subject)
Date: 2004-02-08 08:57 am (UTC)But there's that thing, where naming things (or qualifying them with adverbs and adjectives) gives us control over them. So me - I'm not giving my adverbs and adjectives because I like controlling my verbiage. (Even if no adjectives or adverbs were used in this paragraph)
I'm snotty like that.
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Date: 2004-02-08 02:55 pm (UTC)*grins*