One tends to try too hard. That is, to make things far worse than they already are.
Sometimes, like today, I feel like telling people to stop trying so hard. Be irrational, just don’t try to fix things. Consider the minute possibility of the fact that all is fabricated. Of course, our own fabrication. Avoid words which probably only you understand, that only lead to systemics or metalanguage of concepts only you believe in. Don’t love. Don’t believe. Throw a die.
Perhaps, just try to look into a shot glass, and watch the cubes soak in your whiskey. Or just stop talking. Zip.
While attempting hangman tournament on facebook, my winning streak was cut short due to my lack of knowledge for ‘type of phobia’. I do know acrophobia and autophobia. That’s about all I know. Resolved to deal with my fear of having to fall again in my next ‘phobia challenge’ on hangman tournament, I googled ‘list of phobia’. I was thrilled.
I understand now that Captain Hook had chronomentrophobia, and traditionally vampires are often portrayed as staurophobic. Fear of beautiful women is known as venustraphobia. There are in fact people who are afraid of everything – pantophobic, incurable I suppose. But the list was flabbergasting. I regretted that I did not consider psychology for my undergraduate studies.
I tried to make a list of some interesting excessive fears I have encountered. I had a fair bit of unpleasant experience with heresyphobic leaders. At the moment I’m quite certain of my mild ecclesiophobic and homilophobic conditions. Here are the rest of them which cannot be found using google search – I am also:
Indeed it does. I am intrigued by the fact that it was the pagans who followed the star and told the story of the birth of christ. Fortune tellers and magicians they were, to bring the message from God. And so it was, where we preceived to be darkness was where God supposedly worked.
Yet, my epiphany story is still framed with the exclusion of all pagans and unbelievers. Was it enlightenment.. or was it only a mental orgasm instead.
I’ll tell you. Listening to Michael Bublé ’s Me and Mrs Jones. It really does. This is by far the best version of it. And anyone who’s thinking of getting me to do a wedding song dedication next, you’ll know what I’ll be singing.
At least I think this is one man who can still come out with his extra-marital affair today (on dvd that is), and will not be sent away packing his bag.
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