Eureka!

[j4]

A new and wondrous discovery, which has brought light to the darkest corners of my world: ginger nuts dipped in peppermint tea.

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I had a Great Insight the other night, which I thought I'd share with LiveJournal ("All the peer review that matters"):

I was in the pub, and I wasn't drinking, despite having had a scary interview in the morning. Normally I'd welcome the chance of a few pints to dull the memory of my own uselessness; this time, however, I decided not to; and I think some part of me thought that by being virtuous, by not taking the easy way out, I'd just come to feel better about it naturally.

It's just not true.

Drinking to drown your sorrows does help. That's my great and sad insight: that everyday tragedies don't have neat endings with a moral.

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Currently waiting for the rejection phone call from the Refugee Council (they promised they'd phone between 9 and 12 today). When that comes through, I'll phone the next place and tell them I will do their interview, I will allow myself another chance to fail. (Everyday eclipses.)

Update: As expected. <sigh>

Comments

[rysmiel.livejournal.com]

My sympathies, fwiw; very much their loss.

My only problem with alcohol is that it's such a bloody sledgehammer. Would that one could pick and choose a desired subset of its effects.

[j4.livejournal.com]

I was saying roughly the same thing about alcohol yesterday, I think, in the pub (while drinking the Carlton's excellent hot chocolate). It would be wonderful if you could select the time to which you wished to apply the (for me, inevitable) memory loss; you could slowly edit out all the bits of your life you didn't want to remember, rather than merely losing trivialities like 20 minutes of "I have never".

On the other hand, when all you have is a sledgehammer, everything looks like a small, frightened hazelnut, cowering in dreadful anticipation of the final crunch.

[rysmiel.livejournal.com]

IME, when all you have is a hammer, every problem begins to look like a rabid ferret. *sigh*