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It's the end of the academic year and my friends including Rainy are almost having nervous breakdowns. What can they do to feel happy?

― maryann, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I am having a nervous breakdown, because I have such bad technical difficulties.

― rainy, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I have to make three photographs by midnight. Can I do it? I don't know.

― rainy, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

See a shrink. (I'm not shitting you, I'm being serious.) Find some time to talk to someone about it. Been there, done that, own the straightjacket.

― Mascara, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

you can do it rainy. just imagine me as a small, wizened muppet (like you don't already)...

"there is no try, only do." and so forth.

― jess, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

they could do what i do - just be real mean.

― di, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

That 'there is no try, only do' thing makes me SO stressed out. Does it mean, you just HAVE to do it? I don't even understand. It's like the point of Taoism, isn't it. But I understood that point as meaning something like 'there is just a flow of existence, not interpretation.' THAT I can handle without getting stressed out, obv. But the idea that you have an ambition, and then you just have to 'do' it without trying ... explain!

By the way, Rainy laughed about the wizened muppet, so SHE liked what you wrote, but now it wore off, and she's crying!

― maryann, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Stay home, don't talk to anyone, and chainsmoke while pacing the floor. Also try to dredge up memories of all your previous failings.

― turner, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Does it also mean there is no fail, only do?

― maryann, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Is the wisdom of Yoda really this misunderstood? It means that the human tendency to qualify a failure as only a partial failure due to good effort expended in process is essentially meaningless as the goal still was not achieved. Quite a harsh little bastard he was, yes.

― Kim, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

when 900 yrs. old you be, be as nice you will not.

― jess, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Having someone to bitch at really, really helps. Someone who doesn't say things like, "You're really upset lately. Just thought you might want to know so you are more fun to be around." (So yay for Maryann.) That's the only thing I can think of, though, and it's not that helpful.

― Maria, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I just had a small tantrum outside a fish and chip shop. Manny and Duane and Janus looked at me kindly. I feel a bit better. I heart ILE.

― rainy, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

You know, being 900 years old would be so great, but I'm struggling to articulate why tho.

As for avoiding nervous breakdowns - do everything except avoiding problems. Accomplish something/*anything*, punch bed pillows or scream if necessary, see good friends that listen to you vent then let you laugh about it, sleep the exact amount required to function normally, drink a little caffeine to kick it up a notch (optional), pare down and remove distractions, be comfortable, shower, start fresh.

― Kim, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

yes, a shower. or a good sleep. even in the middle of the day. get up, put new clothes on...hey! new day!

― jess, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Jeps you muppett! will you chat with me on this thread while I am waiting for my processor to come up to temperature?

― rainy, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Rainy, three prints is nothing, relax calm down and take a deep breath outside the darkroom, and if you dont already have one in their grab a radio to keep you company. The worse thing about developing photos is that sense of fear that you really are alone. Fear of the dark for those not afraid of the dark I guess. I dunno, I suck at developing, I still wont do my own unless someone is around to basically hold my hand/ego. I am so not an artist type. My pals in a band have been trying to get an album mixed/mastered for over a year now. The first person left town for Toronto, the second checked himself into a hospital cause for mental proplems and the third guy is notoriously lazy, and has already left town on extended trips several times, one of them to be Eric's Trip merch bitch. These guys have spent thousands by now, have had one record label deal fall through due to the collapse of Song Records and are still the friendliest people in the world as far as Im concerned, Ive never seen them down, they can drink like a fish sometimes but they are the most content people in the world and if I uncover their secret I'll let youknow I promise.

― Mr Noodles, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

yeah, I reckon I can do it, I feel embarrassed now for being such a baby. I'll show that piece of junk who is boss.

― rainy, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

yes i will rainy dearest. i am up late and cleaning.

― jess, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

what are you cleaning? your house?

― rainy, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

yes, specifically my living quarters, i.e. the mass of dirty clothes, cds and empty cans surrounding my bed.

― jess, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

good boy. um, so, do you sill like stuff?

― rainy, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

oh yes, i still like stuff. quite a bit.

― jess, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I kicked ass on my gallery tour today!

― rainy, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

how so?

― jess, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I had all the answers for all the questions. And I wore my new red Wilma Flinstone necklace. What do you do for a living?

― rainy, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

i order things for ungrateful college students to come and buy. and post here.

― jess, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Are you a grown up?

― rainy, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

i wear the growed up suit sometimes. (i hate it tho. its itchy and ill fitting.) but it's all a sham. (i'm really a lil boy.)

― jess, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

So jess do you work in a bookstore then?

― Mr Noodles, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

good then, and now for a game! It's a game where we sing at each other. I start.

Here comes the song, I love so much! Makes me wanna go and fuck shit up!

― rainy, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Jess, shouldn't you be out partying or something? ;-) I'm off to see Sonic Boom do his thing shortly, yow. Rainy, fret not, it's all over soon and then merriment can ensue. :-)

― Ned Raggett, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Noodles and Raggett must sing also!

― rainy, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

La la lee, I sing about a tree.

― Ned Raggett, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

And I must be off. Best wishes for all suffering breakdowns! :-)

― Ned Raggett, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

jess should have been out at les savy fav tontie, yes, but instead jess decided to be old lady and putter about the house and fret. and now clean, close to midnight.

jess' nasty personal space, lack of style and attendant grace, make him want to stand at the mirror, and punch himself in the face!

― jess, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

thats the spirit! When it's my turn to have midnight, I'll potter around in my night-things and drink tea. I just sneezed seven times. Jeps do you like being called Jeps?

― rainy, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

To honour boomiee, ONE FINGER ONE FINGER ONE FINGER ONE FINGER ONE FINGER ONE FINGER ONE FINGER ONE FINGER ONE FINGER ONE FINGER ONE FINGER ONE FINGER ONE FINGER ONE FINGER ONE FINGER ONE FINGER ONE FINGER oh you men more the two words? So you go to stand on your own and you leave on your own.

― Mr Noodles, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

i don't dislike it. i always read it as either "jeeps" or "jeeves" tho.

― jess, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

try shoving blue carrots up your ass

― Mike Hanle y, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

It rhymes with "steps". Sorry Jess, I can leave you in pease in four more degrees.

― rainy, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

do blue carrots come from the same place as blue lobsters?

― Mr Noodles, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

four more degrees? sigh. it should be 10. or 20. but then, you'd not get anything done. and that's the whole point of this thread. and i should probably be sleeping, not vaccuuming anyway.

― jess, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

they don't come from anywhere, if you want something blue, you have to paint it.

― rainy, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

cleaning is a good thing, I should be sleeping not posting, its late here sigh.

― Mr Noodles, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

now it's the game where I make a poem about jess. he's a boy
he's a different thing from a yellow flower he has brown eyes
and when he wears a white shirt
girls get crazy
one thing about jess
he'll give you stuff, I bet.
― rainy, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

here is a haiku for rainy:
dead on about me
except for the part about
the eyes: they're blue.
― jess, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

me too, (squeeze) we really must be brothers.
― rainy, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

brothers in italics.

― jess, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

but no longer.

― jess, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

this is kinda sick please make the italics stop you two get a room.

Im a science student, I dont remeber whats a hiaku again?

― Mr Noodles, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

missing those p things every where, sigh.

Oh you dont have to paint lobsters blue, everyonce in a while you find one in the ocean, its a receding gene though so its pretty rare but it doesnt require paint unless you wanna cheat.

― Mr Noodles, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

thank goodness, I was getting so tired of painting all my lobsters blue to impress my swanky friends.

35.1 degrees, and its time for me to leave. Thank you Jess and Noodles and everyone who was so nice. I'm planning on dreaming about giving you all sweets tonight.

― rainy, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

score! good luck rainbow. i'm sure you'll do great. and now i'm off for sleeping and other necessary products of this modern world. or some shit.

― jess, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Yeah, right, like anyone's SLEEPING...

― David Raposa, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I dont remeber my dreams :(

― Mr Noodles, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

i was worried about it today so i ate tomato soap and fucked to the sex pistols . not at the same time of course . i find the sex pistols to be very useful in this type of situation. Go find the sexp istols.

― anthony, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Rainy, do you wish us to belive that the sky was PAINTED!? Today

― Mike Hanle y, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Nervous reakdowns? how glamorous! I'm with Di on the getting mean idea. But then again I am dam good at ignoring things that upset me and drinking lots. counsellors and shrinks are fun, they are paid to like you and approve.

― Menelaus Darcy, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Would it be so hard to believe, Hanle y?

Its 8:04, I have made one photograph.

― rainy, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

9:39 stick a fork in me, I am DONE!

― rainy, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

This place is a bit like Beverly Hills 90210 - everyone banding together to solve those faux teenage problems.

― Menelaus Darcy, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

not at the same time of course

You disappoint me, Anthony. And hurrah for the fork-stuck Rainy!

― Ned Raggett, Sunday, 4 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Yeah soup and sex dont mix to well, spills all over the floor or stove depending where you are. you need nice solid food like carrots, though whose guess how long they stay blue for.

― Mr Noodles, Sunday, 4 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

wear a beerhat with a twin thermos attachment!! rowr!!

(rowr = ironic here btw as non-fur hatZoR merely baffle me, libido-wise)

― mark s, Sunday, 4 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Kim, I am doing all the things you said in your answer, and I feel very happy. U R nice.

― rainy, Sunday, 4 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Mark, I too find a furry helmet very stimulating.

― Billy Dods, Sunday, 4 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Yay! Lookie here, I B nice! :)

― Kim, Sunday, 4 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

When I'm feeling stressed I take my dog for a walk. Or I sit and eat doughnuts and watch cartoons.

― james, Sunday, 4 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I have a grant proposal due tomorrow that isn't even half finished. Add to that work & health issues bitched about elsewhere on the board and nervous breakdown seems pretty imminent...

― Nicole, Sunday, 4 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

You did the right thing, coming to this thread. It's a balm I tell ya.

― rainy, Sunday, 4 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

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