I’m going to answer this question, I just need to play one more round of my favorite on-line word game first.
Reminds me of a favorite quote from Starter for 10 from 2006 with Benedict Cumberbatch, James McAvoy and James Corden. After Cumberbatch’s character has been punched in the face:
Brian Jackson: And what about the fight. Was that somebody else’s fault as well?
Spencer: What did you expect? He was trying to make me look stupid.
Brian Jackson: So you resorted to violence.
Spencer: No, I didn’t resort to it, violence was my first choice.
I get accused of not expressing my feelings enough. In fact that might even be what my intervention is about.
“We want you to get angry, and yell at someone, or throw something, or get upset and cry. We’d even settle for laughing until you peed yourself.”
"Look, for the Last Time:
I am Not Kaiser Sose… and I don’t know where the money from that shipment is…"
This is commasense’s wife.
We finally had to have an intervention to break his addiction to the SDMB.
“If this is about my intervention addiction, I’m not sure you’re going about it the right way…”
I take my original one about weight back (though the advertisers won’t let up). My family would like to stage an intervention about my racing life. They want me to do something more normal, like watch American Football.
But after a winter away and not much happening last year, I was completely enthralled by the 12-Hours of Sebring yesterday. Got nothing done, but listened to a heckuva race. Go team!
This is a situation I exactly encountered once. I try to make the story as short as possible, though it was a complicated case:
More than 20 years ago, I lived with my best friend as my housemate. He had a girlfriend who often stayed in our house, and I was single. My friend went to New Zealand for three months and didn’t forget to split with his girlfriend before, which was an asshole move. She and I saw each other often during that time, I developed a crush on her, felt that my friend had treated her badly and began to write him angry emails across the globe to New Zealand. I got angrier and angrier, which normally is totally out of my character, and it got worse when he returned home, after I continued to make serious allegations to him. So, a love triangle between old best buddies and a woman. One evening, I couldn’t stand the emotional pressure in our house anymore and literally fled to my parents for a night.
The next morning my friend called me and demanded “Come home, now! We have to talk.” So I obliged, but when I arrived, five people awaited me sitting in the kitchen: my friend, the involved woman, and three mutual friends who my friend had gathered to hammer sense into my love-crazed mind. Well, first it felt like a tribunal, but in the end it turned out to be a constructive discussion that ended the tensions and let me become reasonable in the matter. It was very emotional, but it was good in the end. I somehow have lost track with two of the people involved, though we still are on good terms. And my buddy and I still lived together for a few years after that and are still best friends.
“Okay, digs, sorry to spring this on you, but we found these boxes of Lucky Charms hidden in the back of the liquor cabinet…”
I can’t stop watching “The Great British Baking Show” and this inspires me to bake. I made the best Tangelo and Honey Custard yesterday. It was so good. I have never been a fan of honey or custards so I was shocked to love it so much.
I’m trying to give most of the goodies away, but I’m eating way too much. Thankfully I am starting a new job next week and I’m hoping that will help. If not, I’ll be begging for an intervention.
Alright fine. I’ll never be kind and thoughtful again. Happy now?
I can spend 45 minutes peeling and eating a croissant, fully savoring each paper thin pastry layer. It drives my family crazy.
I did not read that as “peeling.”
I’m searching frantically for an aspect of my life in respect of which I don’t need an intervention, and coming up with nothing…
my life for the past 20 years has been pretty much an ongoing intervention of which i mostly resist …