I think that, as @version said a page or two back, at one time or other we all suffer from that kind of existential depression thing. For me it was when I understood - not knew, I always knew it obviously, everyone does - that a) there was absolutely no point to anything and b) every single passing second is an inexorable step closer to the inevitable end of that horribly boring pointlessness. The problem being that life is rubbish AND we don't get nearly enough of it. Seemingly should contradict each other and cancel out like two equally massive numbers of opposite directions.... and yet somehow they break the rules of logic and maths and common sense to create an overwhelmingly large negative.Thanks @IdleRich!
This latest variety of depression (around ageing and mortality) I suppose can only be "dealt with" in a couple of ways: 1) distract yourself constantly so you never stop to think about it 2) hope that you get bored of thinking about it and it fades away (as I believe has happened to me in the past) 3) "work out" philosophically how you can feel better about it (e.g. that william james quote).
I realise that you can look at this stuff from different perspectives (the glass half full/half empty thing) – instead of thinking "time is limited and running out, so what's the point" you can think "i'm here now and i still have time, so let's make it count". And until recently I was quite comfortable occupying that second position.
I think, now you mention it, I have a vague recollection, although it sounds like you remember it better than I do, or maybe heard more details in the first place.iThis is a totally unrelated aside, but it popped into my head cos of thinking about Petteri, @Mr. Tea do you remember some incident where he shagged this girl and it turned out she had escaped from a mental hospital after being sectioned? I'd totally forgotten this but the other day I suddenly a) remembered that it had happened and b) got really frustrated cos I couldn't recall any of the details properly.
Am I right in saying that she got his contact details and, after she'd been dragged back off to her confinement, she tried to blackmail him into becoming embroiled in some kind of daring escape attempt?
Is this possible? How can I have forgotten that? Or have I lost my mind and dreamt up a totally insane fairy tale that never existed outside my own twisted imagination?
You should do something really nice for him to make up for it like buy him a car.Dissensus is a theatre of cruelty, but maybe I went too far this time.
You should do something really nice for him to make up for it like buy him a car.
No you're getting mixed up... I think, he randomly gave the guy a blowjob on the bus, no bumming was involved. But it was still - to my mind - an impressively adventurous act for a straight guy to think "yeah what the hell, let's give it a go".I think, now you mention it, I have a vague recollection, although it sounds like you remember it better than I do, or maybe heard more details in the first place.
The Petteri sexcapade that sticks in my mind the most was when he apparently got a blowjob from some random guy on a night bus, who then demanded that Petteri bum him, which P wasn't all that into but thought "Well it would be rude not to." Not sure how much of this happened while they were still on the bus
My favourite story about him was the time he was really drunk in some bar or small club and got a bit rowdy - or the staff felt that way, anyway, so he was asked to leave, didn't like this one bit, one thing led to another and eventually the fuzz were called. He was asked to step into the meat wagon and completely lost it, I think because they wouldn't let him go back into the bar for his coat, maybe? and said something like "Well if you want my clothes, have all of them!" and just stripped down to nothing at all and hurled all his clothes at the cops in disgust before they could stop him.
I don't know whether this happened at the very coldest point in the winter, but it's funnier if it did. Makes me think of the Sopranos episode where Paulie and Chrissie try, without much success, to kill some Slavic ex-special-forces guy. There's snow everywhere and they're shivering in their big coats while forcing him to dig his own grave, wearing a T-shirt, and he's going "You call this cold? This isn't cold! I wash my balls in ice water!", etc. etc.
(For the benefit of anyone who doesn't know Petteri, he's Finnish, and like all Finns, women included, has done national service, washes his balls in ice water, and so on.)
Good call - I think you can edit your post where you've quoted my post, too.OK @Mr. Tea , I have edited out the name of our Finnish friend, I really think you should do the same in the interest of... fairness or something.
Well, you know – the Craner Top 100. Something that makes life worth living. (But which also makes life ending unbearably sad, because there'll come a day when I can never listen to it again.)
This was not drug related as I understand it. Our man was on a bus just travelling from A to B - probably business related as he seemed to work 23 hours a day seven days a week - one afternoon and this guy sitting in front of him turned round and said "Hey, do you want suck and be sucked" and our Finnish friend sort of went "Why the fucking hell would I w.... oh, you know what, fuck it, you're on". As i said above, an attitude that one could categorise as admirably open-minded.I've heard a few stories of sustained drug abuse leading to straight men trying out being gay and they've all told me it was really harrowing and awful. One said to me, I'm never grabbing a girls head while she's sucking me off again. So at least he learned something.
The story he told me had no bumming... but who knows, same thing probably happened again next week so...Good call - I think you can edit your post where you've quoted my post, too.
The bus-bumming may have been a product of my fevered imagination, then, but the bus-blowjob bit was true at least.
Right now this minute I'm not totally sure, but I emailed him this morning so hopefully I can provide an update.how is your finnish friend doing now? what became of him? sound's like a fun guy to be around