'An existential crisis is a stage of development at which an individual questions the very foundations of their life: whether their life has any meaning, purpose or value... An existential crisis may result from: the sense of being alone and isolated in the world; a new-found grasp or appreciation of one's mortality; believing that one's life has no purpose or external meaning...'
oh, wait — wrong post... um, my bad (so just forget alla the above). what i really meant to write was a list of Thank Youse to alla whom didn't give up on me despite my being MIA from The Internetz. y'all know who you are and if you don't,
Leisl (here and here as well)
Chris (he lives here too. sometimes)
Darren (whose last txt was inadvertently ignored, or so i
Chuck (and here where he tawks stuff i pretend to understand)
Mikey (though i tried and tried, i couldn't ignore him
Xamichee (whose lovely mails guilted me out
ReplayRay (whose LOL-SG's seen here. *still preening*)
Glasgow Criminal (who reached me on a most crucial level: Work Ethics
helpful hint: please apply a
and then there were Nomad, Pam in Brixton, AvenginAngel Angie, Sarah (Mrs Ifor The Engine), Stevie (Librarian of Love), Daaaaave! and last but certainly far from least, Christine who not only didn't lose faith in me, but served as my lifeline, mailing me upwards of five times a day to the point at which, even if i wanted to (which i didn't), no way was i able to ignore her mostly cause for the last seven years, we're like the Twinsies of Gloom & Doom... she feeds me Death & Depression and i feed it right back at her. :-)
LOL, a few years back at Lost Vagueness was the night when her bro Segs first learnt that she and i were tight, and i'll never forget the look on his face: he actually rolled his eyes and looked mournful. poor Segsy! *smirk*
seen here after an Alabama 3 gig in the lobby of the Astoria back in Autumn 2007 (thanks, Daaaave!):
and over at Christine and Michael's a coupla years ago in the States:
back to Lost Vagueness, i quickly bullshitted him, allaying his worst fears but i dunno if he believed me. needless to say, when i told Christine, she was in hysterics and reminded me of how the soon-to-be Living Legend used to steal her Reggae records, but that's another story. now... where was i?
moving right along, the next quote's from Virginia Woolf. but before i plunge in, here's a fun-fact: 'On 28 March 1941, Woolf committed suicide. She put on her overcoat, filled its pockets with stones, then walked into the River Ouse near her home and drowned herself'. *admiring*
anyhoo, VW's next words served as impetus to drag me back
'You cannot find peace by avoiding life'. hmmpf... maybe not, but i'm still trying, so pass the spliff, pass the pills, pass the powders and if i pass out, do me a biggie and leave me be. wait — did i say that out loud? *giggle* um, sorr-rreeeee! (not really). here, have some Hunter. i asked him to play dead for me but did he listen?
in other news, i plan to go into hugeass detail on why i've harboured this lifelong obsession with death and dying, but not today. and now i shall leave y'all with Sophocles and some food for thought or whatever:
'Death is not the greatest of evils; it is worse to want to die, and not be able to'.
i think a quickie Litmus Test would be if people were read the above, then asked 'Can you dig it?'. those who answered 'No' would be termed Normal and those who answered 'Yeah' would be relegated to confinement, but whaddoo i know?
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