Bertotti
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Not to diminish the seriousness of this thread but I opened it thinking it said donuts. I must be hungry. Now I hope he can keep playing because it would almost be a crime if he can’t.
In my youth, there was a man of my acquaintance who was very successful. He lived in a fine house, drove a luxury car, and came across as a person that had life by the tail. I later found out that in his personal life, he was somewhat insecure and almost a pathetic figure. Had you met this man, you would have felt like you were in the presence of someone with infinite self confidence, but that was all a front. At core, he was just the opposite.
Sounds like Richard Cory took the easy way out.
4/20/2010 best friend of 20 years lost to this. Awful to think that someone sees no better option.That's the general belief but people who kill themselves have been through serious psychic pain beforehand. Imagine feeling so bad that killing yourself is the best option.
I’m speaking more in the sense of the banter of the song/poem. In the context of the poem, Richard Cory was living the high life, while his workers were suffering, His death was, for the purposes of the artistic work, poetic justice. He was never really alive, so he never actually suffered.That's the general belief but people who kill themselves have been through serious psychic pain beforehand. Imagine feeling so bad that killing yourself is the best option.
I’m speaking more in the sense of the banter of the song/poem. In the context of the poem, Richard Cory was living the high life, while his workers were suffering, His death was, for the purposes of the artistic work, poetic justice. He was never really alive, so he never actually suffered.
I’ve known more than one real person who committed suicide, and I know that such persons are usually suffering something indescribably bad.
That’s sort of where I was coming from. Perhaps if he had been a bit more kind toward the people that worked to make him rich, he would have been only slightly less rich, and a great deal happier. By shooting himself, there were no winners.I misunderstood your point. In the song (and poem) Richard Cory could have done the right thing instead.
Then again, some people are useless at everything.Good observation. The thing is, being good at one thing may actually be a hinderance in other pursuits.
You couldn't have sucked too badly---I never saw you at the suck club meetings.I’m 72 and I keep getting better, gradually but still better. I must have really sucked if this is what better sounds like.
Typical in politics.Self doubt and fishing for compliments are not necessarily mutually exclusive. There might even be a strong correlation there.