Just yesterday I said in an interview that I "admire Stephen Fry because of his ability to remain unruffled ...etc, etc." ...I feel pretty silly now. I hadn't taken into account that you might sometimes lose a sock.
The magnitude of our revulsion to any given crisis is further complicated by the guilt-inducing expectations that many pass on with pace and authority through the relays and repeaters.
How dare you take pleasure in your unexpected shillings when kittens are being strangled just 4000 miles away? What sort of monster are you?
Hell hath no fury like a one-socked man. Diabolical things, socks! I once found one of mine clinging, SpiderMan-like, to the top of the dryer cylinder. My partner and I coined a word for such annoyances, which make one pig-biting mad but aren’t really so terrible in the vast cosmic scheme of things: kittenshit (it probably carries more gravitas in German). We invented this term when a tiny kitten that came with our guest cottage in Italy had explosive diarrhea in partner’s open suitcase. We swore and yelled and gnashed our teeth — until we both suddenly collapsed with laughter. We still use that term when something infuriating but not life-threatening rears its ugly head.
To comment superficially: "sub specie aeternitatis" was not, I think, coined by Spinoza (or whosoever) whilst contemplating an odd sock (or stocking). I am surprised we don't have something from Montaigne on it!
I have wept for children tortured in Gaza and elsewhere more than for those closer to me, and this is my theory as to why this is the case.
When someone you love is suffering and nearing the end of life, it’s tragic, but mentally you steel yourself for the inevitable end, so that when the end does come, it is almost as if you have been through half of the grieving process. However. When you see a baby covered in blood online, as I did yesterday, you weep at the cruelty and greed that has led up to this innocent creature suffering needlessly, and it amplifies your powerlessness and the anger towards the “banality of evil”, to use a famous quote. Speaking strictly for myself, this induces far more emotion than the slow demise of a dear friend who has lived with cancer for 6 years before the inevitable finally overtakes them.
As for the sock, it’s damned annoying, but Stoic philosophy has helped me to control my emotions when it comes to the smaller things in life. I highly recommend it, actually!
I know exactly what you’re thinking Mr Fry, I too looked at doom, inducing news that’s somebody like me with Autism. I have a tendency to have a lot of anxiety buildup in me I mean there are quite a lot of anxiety inducing things you get with the Internet and the news so I know exactly know what you’re talking of I myself have seen a lot of you know sudden predictions I mean especially watching The Simpsons as they have predicted some things in this world. I mean. Never mind what goes on I mean. I’m definitely understand what you’re saying. I to end up getting stressed over finding a missing sock as well. I too have a sock problem of my own all my love xxxxx🥰
Well, Mr Fry. It must be catching or perhaps socks the world over are fleeing from their arranged marriages. This morning I discovered that one of my brightly coloured (a pleasant semi pastoral green) soft top socks had absconded, and is currently hiding behind a radiator. However, this maybe part of a larger plan as minutes after this discovery, a carefully coiled USB cable hurled itself behind a different radiator. Are these events linked? I shall await developments.
In the meantime, I would wish you the best in the recovery from your trauma.
What I don't understand about the British is that it's their "bloody bastard sock" but they can't bring themselves to disinvite anyone to just "shit on the back seat of my car". Moreover, if someone were really trying to annoy you, they'd "defecate" on the front seat of your car or on the dashboard, for example. I paid twelve dollars to make this comment, so please be more consistent in the future.
My friend once told me, she had read it somewhere, that things that suddenly disappear goes into a paralell universe. We cannot see it, but it can turn up unexpected somewhere else. I don’t know. But it is a facinating theory!!
I find sometimes, that if I believe something is lost, I cannot see it, but if I tell myself; It is here somewhere, I’ll see it soon, please let me see it soon… than it happens, I find it. Most of times that is…
Each to his own I say. Be it ankle wear or a death of one known or unknown or the loss of a kitten, everyone can chose that which really gets their goat, the ultimate freedom of mankind, as inexplicable as this may be. Or womenkind for that matter.
Just yesterday I said in an interview that I "admire Stephen Fry because of his ability to remain unruffled ...etc, etc." ...I feel pretty silly now. I hadn't taken into account that you might sometimes lose a sock.
The magnitude of our revulsion to any given crisis is further complicated by the guilt-inducing expectations that many pass on with pace and authority through the relays and repeaters.
How dare you take pleasure in your unexpected shillings when kittens are being strangled just 4000 miles away? What sort of monster are you?
Hell hath no fury like a one-socked man. Diabolical things, socks! I once found one of mine clinging, SpiderMan-like, to the top of the dryer cylinder. My partner and I coined a word for such annoyances, which make one pig-biting mad but aren’t really so terrible in the vast cosmic scheme of things: kittenshit (it probably carries more gravitas in German). We invented this term when a tiny kitten that came with our guest cottage in Italy had explosive diarrhea in partner’s open suitcase. We swore and yelled and gnashed our teeth — until we both suddenly collapsed with laughter. We still use that term when something infuriating but not life-threatening rears its ugly head.
I can find no other course of action than to adopt this term!!! Kittenshit. I’m in love
Oh. You have outdone even yourself, Mr. Fry. The emotions felt from start to middle to more middle to end took me on quite a ride. Thank you.
To comment superficially: "sub specie aeternitatis" was not, I think, coined by Spinoza (or whosoever) whilst contemplating an odd sock (or stocking). I am surprised we don't have something from Montaigne on it!
I have wept for children tortured in Gaza and elsewhere more than for those closer to me, and this is my theory as to why this is the case.
When someone you love is suffering and nearing the end of life, it’s tragic, but mentally you steel yourself for the inevitable end, so that when the end does come, it is almost as if you have been through half of the grieving process. However. When you see a baby covered in blood online, as I did yesterday, you weep at the cruelty and greed that has led up to this innocent creature suffering needlessly, and it amplifies your powerlessness and the anger towards the “banality of evil”, to use a famous quote. Speaking strictly for myself, this induces far more emotion than the slow demise of a dear friend who has lived with cancer for 6 years before the inevitable finally overtakes them.
As for the sock, it’s damned annoying, but Stoic philosophy has helped me to control my emotions when it comes to the smaller things in life. I highly recommend it, actually!
I know exactly what you’re thinking Mr Fry, I too looked at doom, inducing news that’s somebody like me with Autism. I have a tendency to have a lot of anxiety buildup in me I mean there are quite a lot of anxiety inducing things you get with the Internet and the news so I know exactly know what you’re talking of I myself have seen a lot of you know sudden predictions I mean especially watching The Simpsons as they have predicted some things in this world. I mean. Never mind what goes on I mean. I’m definitely understand what you’re saying. I to end up getting stressed over finding a missing sock as well. I too have a sock problem of my own all my love xxxxx🥰
Piet Hein says it nicely:
The one who loose his glove (or sock)
Is lucky compared to the one;
That loose one glove, throws the other away,
And find the first one again.
Well, Mr Fry. It must be catching or perhaps socks the world over are fleeing from their arranged marriages. This morning I discovered that one of my brightly coloured (a pleasant semi pastoral green) soft top socks had absconded, and is currently hiding behind a radiator. However, this maybe part of a larger plan as minutes after this discovery, a carefully coiled USB cable hurled itself behind a different radiator. Are these events linked? I shall await developments.
In the meantime, I would wish you the best in the recovery from your trauma.
What I don't understand about the British is that it's their "bloody bastard sock" but they can't bring themselves to disinvite anyone to just "shit on the back seat of my car". Moreover, if someone were really trying to annoy you, they'd "defecate" on the front seat of your car or on the dashboard, for example. I paid twelve dollars to make this comment, so please be more consistent in the future.
My friend once told me, she had read it somewhere, that things that suddenly disappear goes into a paralell universe. We cannot see it, but it can turn up unexpected somewhere else. I don’t know. But it is a facinating theory!!
I find sometimes, that if I believe something is lost, I cannot see it, but if I tell myself; It is here somewhere, I’ll see it soon, please let me see it soon… than it happens, I find it. Most of times that is…
Each to his own I say. Be it ankle wear or a death of one known or unknown or the loss of a kitten, everyone can chose that which really gets their goat, the ultimate freedom of mankind, as inexplicable as this may be. Or womenkind for that matter.