Middle age matesmanship and the pit

[luka]

Pls tell us which hell is worse, once and for all, right now. Having children or not having children.

i dont actually think either is remotely hellish to be honest but having children is harder work. depends what you want.

 

[sus]

Okay hm

 

[sus]

Why don't you have any, are you lazy? Is there "one who got away"?

 

[luka]

not really. just dont have them. if someone had said luke do you want to put a baby inside me i might have said yes. hard to know. dont care either way really.

 

[sus]

I'm sorry I'm very rude. Bad habit

 

[luka]

having said that my niece is 5 months old and it looks pretty hard work. my sister barely has an opportunity to have a shower. glued to this thing non stop. im going to see her tomorrow.

 

[Mr. Tea]

if someone had said luke do you want to put a baby inside me i might have said yes.

Beautiful and abundantly fertile young women coming up to you and saying this must be a daily occupational hazard when you're a world-famous poet, I'd have thought.

 

[luka]

i would have thought that too but i would have been wrong. woops gets propositioned from time to time. it happened most recently in summer.

 

[sufi]

Pls tell us which hell is worse, once and for all, right now. Having children or not having children.

both

 

[Mr. Tea]

i would have thought that too but i would have been wrong. woops gets propositioned from time to time. it happened most recently in summer.

What about Lewis? Last I heard he was still living with his Russian girlfriend, but were it not for her I can imagine him showing a girl he liked her by pulling her hair or putting a spider down the back of her blouse.

 

[luka]

i wasnt aware of a russian girlfriend. there was a polish girl knocking about for a bit but he left london long ago.

 

[luka]

oh, no, he broke up with the russian ages ago

 

[Mr. Tea]

Probably for the best. She seemed relatively normal.

Are you sure she didn't dump him? One too many arachnid-related domestic incidents?

 

[luka]

well yeah but we probably shouldnt air even Lewis' dirty laundry in public i guess

 

[Mr. Tea]

well yeah but we probably shouldnt air even Lewis' dirty laundry in public i guess

If he's got dirty laundry, it's from deliberately shitting the bed, let's face it.

 

[IdleRich]

m focused on how mateship works when there is actually a semi life or death element to it, as with anything you do once youre a propper adult

I think this is the main point here isn't it? And friendship is just one aspect of it, the bigger issue is how does life change once you've crossed a certain line and things statrt to have consequences. For your whole life you've been used to just picking yourself up, putting a plaster on it and doing it again once the scabs have fallen off your knee.

Some people reach this point before others, some realise it without realising that they have done so, some fight against reaching it. Perhaps you even can avoid it, but the price is that you stay in a sort of semi-childhood of unrealised potential. I did read someone once saying that people fear making a choice that forces them down one path rather than another, but his stance was that never picking either was worse yet.

 

[vershy versh]

Some people reach this point before others, some realise it without realising that they have done so, some fight against reaching it. Perhaps you even can avoid it, but the price is that you stay in a sort of semi-childhood of unrealised potential. I did read someone once saying that people fear making a choice that forces them down one path rather than another, but his stance was that never picking either was worse yet.

That Sylvia Plath bit about the fig tree.

 

[woops]

That Sylvia Plath bit about the fig tree.

where's this?

 

[vershy versh]

It's in The Bell Jar,

“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”

 

[IdleRich]

I think this is the main point here isn't it? And friendship is just one aspect of it, the bigger issue is how does life change once you've crossed a certain line and things statrt to have consequences. For your whole life you've been used to just picking yourself up, putting a plaster on it and doing it again once the scabs have fallen off your knee.

Some people reach this point before others, some realise it without realising that they have done so, some fight against reaching it. Perhaps you even can avoid it, but the price is that you stay in a sort of semi-childhood of unrealised potential. I did read someone once saying that people fear making a choice that forces them down one path rather than another, but his stance was that never picking either was worse yet.

Actually I see that this has been well covered now that I actually read the thread.