-1- wrote: ↑Mon Nov 18, 2019 10:27 am
-1-,
Veggie suffers from chronic emotional impulsivity and severe emotional lability. This is why she loses her temper
all the time on the forum and blurts out so many disgusting expletive-laden posts (most of them are enough to make a sailor blush!). I think she has a congenital frontal lobe disorder, or maybe she was dropped on her head as a baby ? ( but I'm afraid to mention it in case I get verbally abused !).
Do you remember that "Warner Brothers" cartoon character called "Tassy" - the Tasmanian Devil that would get itself whipped into a ferocious, whirling, violent rage at the slightest provocation ? Well that's basically Veggie's problem. She needs to see her GP for a referral to a shrink and a script for some high-strength "Lithicarb" or "Tegretol" or some other kind of mood stabilizer. Then again, maybe Valium suppositories would be more appropriate ? (One to be inserted four times a day and when necessary). I mean, she can't keep carrying on like this - it's positively antisocial !
Regards
Dachshund
You may be right, Dachshund, or you may be wrong, but I don't care, because I actually like VegetarianTaxidermy. She shows respect for me, and I respect that.
A person can't hurt someone they like. So I shall gratuitously ignore your post here, but please don't take that gesture of mine personally. Thanks.
Dear - 1 -,
A person CAN indeed hurt someone they like or love. As a matter of fact, in the case of love, they
ALWAYS do.
Consider the following famous verses...
"For each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword.
Some kill their love when they are young
And some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Lust
Some with hands of Gold;
They kindest use a knife, because,
The dead so soon grow cold.
Some love too little, some too long,
Some sell and others buy;
Some do the deed with many tears,
Some without a sigh.
Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
Yet each man does not die."
From: "
The Ballad of Reading Goal."
by Oscar Wilde, 1897.