tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17725117.post115271557906822735..comments2023-11-05T11:47:43.685+00:00Comments on View From The Pundy House: PMTpundyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08953515400835290781noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17725117.post-1153540696848645082006-07-22T04:58:00.000+01:002006-07-22T04:58:00.000+01:00Your are Nice. And so is your site! Maybe you need...Your are Nice. And so is your site! Maybe you need some more pictures. Will return in the near future.<BR/><A HREF="http://poker.fabiga3.be/absolute_poker_review.html" REL="nofollow">»</A>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17725117.post-1152794509190658632006-07-13T13:41:00.000+01:002006-07-13T13:41:00.000+01:00There you go. Always wanted to do that...There you go. Always wanted to do that...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17725117.post-1152794331537349922006-07-13T13:38:00.000+01:002006-07-13T13:38:00.000+01:00I'd join the circus all right. But what if it was...I'd join the circus all right. But what if it was badly managed and went bust.<BR/><BR/>I'd lie awake all night worrying about it.<BR/><BR/>No. That's not what I'd do. I'd borrow a shed load of money and start my own circus. That way I could do my own high wire act - without a safety net.<BR/><BR/>Well, it would save on the overheads, wouldn't it?pundyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08953515400835290781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17725117.post-1152791108512455082006-07-13T12:45:00.000+01:002006-07-13T12:45:00.000+01:00I'm with Minx all the way on the plate-spinning. ...I'm with Minx all the way on the plate-spinning. Except my analogy is juggling ...<BR/><BR/>Maybe we should all run away and join a circus ...Debihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09600815804658702077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17725117.post-1152778301228199282006-07-13T09:11:00.000+01:002006-07-13T09:11:00.000+01:00just stopping by to see how the dogs arehmmm . . ....just stopping by to see how the dogs are<BR/><BR/>hmmm . . . . .Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17725117.post-1152772503932877602006-07-13T07:35:00.000+01:002006-07-13T07:35:00.000+01:00"Anger is a protective device. It is quite enough ..."Anger is a protective device. It is quite enough for you to experience your anger. Nothing more need be done with it. Underneath anger is always fear and underneath fear is always longing.<BR/>You fear humiliation. You fear to be wrong. You fear that if your knowing is brought into your human experience it will disolve. You fear to trust the truth. You fear to love in an imperfect world."<BR/> - Emmanuels Book<BR/><BR/><BR/>We should all be doing cartwheels, take away the fear of death and we could.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03665385782194826703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17725117.post-1152760984262967582006-07-13T04:23:00.000+01:002006-07-13T04:23:00.000+01:00You may be right, Minx. It's difficult to talk sen...You may be right, Minx. It's difficult to talk sensibly about the alligator brain, but maybe we're really talking about the same thing. Maybe fear and anger are one inseparable force, which gets directed in or out, at intervals, each person with their own mix. Think of the last time one of your kids stayed out way too late. You feel both and that's all you feel.<BR/><BR/>It's Thanatos, that's what it is. The Knowledge. Fear? Damn right, but anger, too.<BR/><BR/>It's not going away. Looking it in the eye is our only hope, and maybe our greatest peril. Looking it in the eye leads to more Knowledge, and where do you suppose that leads?<BR/><BR/>In the end, it's like a friend of mine said while he was dying slowly of liver disease, hoisting his glass. "We're all strolling merrily down Cemetery Road, Son. I just want to turn some cartwheels on the way."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17725117.post-1152747457857765242006-07-13T00:37:00.000+01:002006-07-13T00:37:00.000+01:00Go deeper jta and you'll find fear at the core of ...Go deeper jta and you'll find fear at the core of all negative emotions. Anger is just one of the many symptoms.<BR/>Fear of loss of contol over our lives is the key point, and fear is what makes the heart palpitate, and brings on the suffocating panic attacks.<BR/>Fear also keeps anger on a leash so perpetuating the infernal cycle.<BR/>Fear is also what stops us from facing the brutal reality of the root cause of the depression. Find that and there is a chance - if you can look fear in the face, that is.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03665385782194826703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17725117.post-1152744770883323652006-07-12T23:52:00.000+01:002006-07-12T23:52:00.000+01:00Beg to differ, Minx. It's anger, unacknowledged a...Beg to differ, Minx. It's anger, unacknowledged and unexpressed. Often denied. But depressed people are angry people in denial.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17725117.post-1152740360377941692006-07-12T22:39:00.000+01:002006-07-12T22:39:00.000+01:00Fear is the root of all depressing ills!Fear is the root of all depressing ills!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03665385782194826703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17725117.post-1152739784345144922006-07-12T22:29:00.000+01:002006-07-12T22:29:00.000+01:00I feel on reading the post and Minx's comment that...I feel on reading the post and Minx's comment that Minx went the healthy way.<BR/>My way was not, it was the scared way. Reading your post, Pundy, makes my blood run cold. I could not live like that. <BR/>I took a job that I can do, I am paid a salary at the end of each month because I work for someone else. I could never never face what you do, it would be my worst dread, that monthly tension and terror of what might be if the sums don't add up.<BR/>I have been in the same job for nearly 22 years, out of this fear. During that time, I have done a lot of different editorial jobs. The one I found most stressful, and which I reacted to very similarly to the way you describe in your post, Pundy, was being "news and views editor".<BR/>For this job, you had to fill 9 pages a week with ediorials on the latest scientific research. Half of these could be on Nature papers, but you only got 2 weeks to get them after the papers were accepted for publication becuase you had to get them in the same issue of the journal. The other half had to be about other science, either published in other journals or reported at meetings, but as close as possible to the publication date or meeting date.<BR/>You had to get about 8 articles a week in the 9 pages, on every scientific topic, get world class authors, and from a range of countries (not just US/UK, too easy).<BR/><BR/>Well was that stressful? I did it for a few years and my head was covered in lumps at the end of it. I twitched constantly, I had all these little tics runing down my face from my eyes, and my eyebrows were jumping up and down like nobody's business.<BR/><BR/>I was living in sheer terror of the blank page, I could not sleep or relax for an instant worrying about whether prof x or dr y would deliver. I could not build up a backlog as everything had to be topical. <BR/><BR/>Nightmare city!Maxine Clarkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06628509319992204770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17725117.post-1152719927858842732006-07-12T16:58:00.000+01:002006-07-12T16:58:00.000+01:00Sorry Maxine, you've heard this one before...."The...Sorry Maxine, you've heard this one before....<BR/><BR/>"The Minx theory of Plate Spinning"<BR/><BR/>For years I thought I was superwoman, I could stack up those plates on their poles and spin into infinity. Work, kids, health, money, supporting a partner with his own business (who incidently has black dogs the size of shire horses), nothing phased me, my plates spun, life was good. When another plate was added I just added it to the collection and spun them faster - I was brilliant!<BR/><BR/>After a number of devastating and life threatening situations my plates started to wobble, I ran around trying to save the best ones but in the end they all came crashing down.<BR/>My plate collection was ruined. Life stopped for about five years but before I could start spinning again I had to make some serious changes to my life. <BR/>I had to decide which were my most precious plates and I realised that my work/money plate was the wobbliest.<BR/><BR/>What was I doing? <BR/>What really made me happy? <BR/>What was I striving for?<BR/><BR/>Got rid of the business, took a lesser paid job, bought some cheaper plates and didn't worry when some got chips and knocks!!<BR/><BR/>Kickback!<BR/>Not selfish, just selfcare!<BR/><BR/>So endeth the lesson!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03665385782194826703noreply@blogger.com