No Country for old Men
Saw it on Wednesday. Well, I wouldn’t exactly go so far as to call it warm and fuzzy. It was a good movie, and I thought parts of it were very well done. I don’t want to ruin it for anyone who is yet to see it, but I guess I’m just not sure I’ve ascertained what exactly the point or message of the film was. If anyone has any thoughts or insider knowledge, love to hear it.
Suicide / Depression
As many of you know, a former colleague / friend of Nicole’s took his life this week. Absolutely nothing short of a tragedy and it’s sparked some interesting discussions both on her blog as well as within my inner circle. I especially liked her post on the subject, http://gonicoleyourself.blogspot.com/2008/01/next-day.html and agree wholeheartedly that if you have problems take whatever steps are appropriate for you to address them. Having said that, I know it’s not always that easy. It’s interesting to hear people’s reactions to suicide. I was having a discussion with the 24 year old the other day and she termed it as a “selfish” act. While I agree with that on some levels, my immediate reaction to her comment was that it was a little on the cold side. As she elaborated however, I began to understand her position a little better. Her father died of cancer six years ago, and as she put it, having seen someone involuntarily lose his life, it was unconscionable for her to fathom someone voluntarily giving theirs up while others fight so hard and still end up losing the battle. Its interesting coincidence that the last three girls I’ve dated have all lost their fathers prematurely. Two of the three cases could effectively be deemed a suicide, and I often wonder if the people in question truly knew the effect that taking their own life would have on the people who love them, would they then reconsider it? And the answer I arrive at is probably not. People who take their own lives often don’t realize the extent to which or even that they are in fact loved by others. And as such, they are unable to foresee or empathize with the pain that will be inflicted on other people due to their actions. So is it then truly a selfish act? I’ve dealt with some depression in the past, and while I’ve never come close to even considering suicide, I can in fact see how a person could get to a point where they literally feel like they have no real options for eradicating their pain. That doesn’t justify it in my opinion, but at the same time, I find it very difficult for me to pass judgment on those that do.
Machine-gun Fire Poo
On a lighter note…and not to be disgusting, but is there anything worse then getting the shits in the office? I took a chance yesterday and went with the Tandori chicken wrap from the 3M cafeteria. You know....try something different...break up the routine a little bit. Yeah, not a great call on my part. My ass was like an outboard motor yesterday. I went to the bathroom 6 times in a span of two hours. And what’s worse…I ran into the same guy on three of the occasions. So...just as a little background… we have a serial shitter in my office…you probably have one in yours too. My guy goes about 250 lbs… looks exactly like the character Proximo from Gladiator.
And when I say this guy can bring it.....I’ve never seen or heard of a man who shits as frequently and as with as much sheer force as this guy. I’ve swear I’ve actually heard the toilet whimper when he walks in the door. If I’m in the bathroom taking a leak, statistically there’s 73.5% likelihood that Proximo is in there deucing one out in the handicap stall (yeah, he uses it). And every time I hear the pure carnage erupting from within, I find myself laughing so hard that I have to run out of the bathroom…typically with tears streaming down my face. I don’t know why, but it’s hilarious! Until yesterday that is. I had to go adjacent stall with him on two occasions, which was a little intimidating. On the third occasion we arrived in the bathroom at the same time. This is a true story. I come in the right door...Proximo comes in the left…handicap stall is in between us. There’s a moment of pause. Our eyes meet. I half expected to see a paper towel blowing across the bathroom with the music from The Good the Bad and Ugly playing in the background. There was no room for compromise here because we both wanted...make that needed...the Handi stall. After all, the handi stall has a sink and some efforts...quite frankly...require a bit more clean-up than others. In any case, fortunately for me I’ve got Proximo beat in the speed and quickness category. I gave him a little head fake and bolted right into the double wide...slamming the stall door to a muttered “shit!!”....which was exactly what I took. After all that, I was exhausted and went home.
Speaking of which, I’m exhausted now. I’ve got plenty more to talk about but neither the energy nor the inclination to put it on paper right now. More later…
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