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my new year’s resolution is to stop
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Keep this in mind the next time you are about to repeat a rumor or spread gossip.
In ancient Greece (469 – 399 BC), Socrates was widely lauded for his wisdom. One day an acquaintance ran up to him excitedly and said, “Socrates, do you know what I just heard about Diogenes?”
“Wait a moment,” Socrates replied, “Before you tell me I’d like you to pass a little test. It’s called the Triple Filter Test.”
“Triple filter?” asked the acquaintance.
“That’s right,” Socrates continued, “Before you talk to me about Diogenes let’s take a moment to filter what you’re going to say. The first filter is Truth. Have you made absolutely sure that what you are about to tell me is true?”
“No,” the man said, “Actually, I just heard about it.”
“All right,” said Socrates, “So you don’t really know if it’s true or not. Now let’s try the second filter, the filter of Goodness. Is what you are about to tell me about Diogenes something good?”
“No, on the contrary…”
“So,” Socrates continued, “You want to tell me something about Diogenes that may be bad, even though you’re not certain it’s true?”
The man shrugged, a little embarrassed. Socrates continued, “You may still pass the test though, because there is a third filter, the filter of Usefulness. Is what you want to tell me about Diogenes going to be useful to me?”
“No, not really.”
“Well,” concluded Socrates, “If what you want to tell me is neither True nor Good nor even Useful, why tell it to me or anyone at all?”
The man was bewildered and ashamed. This is an example of why Socrates was a great philosopher and held in such high esteem.
It also explains why Socrates never found out that Diogenes was banging his wife.
Oh boy but also OH BOY!
Today at therapy was really hard. I was sitting here crying, and generally being miserable, when I felt a nudge at my knee. I looked down to see that Zeus, my service dog, was doing his job… and brought me a potato. it is very hard to cry with a gift of potato.
Remember this? I’m having a rough time right now. Zeus has a solution.
That would be an empty pill bottle, the *correct* pill bottle, a bottle of embossing powder, and two, TWO potatoes.
You’re worth at least 2 potato to him and that’s pretty special imo.
I would just like to remind you all that *I don’t own any potatoes* and I have no clue where he’s getting them from.
do u ever zone out but ur aware that ur zoned out but ur too lazy to zone back in
hey if ur reading this and ur in a bad spot mentally or anything i hope u feel better soon and have a good day
I guess you could say that’s a….. racist pig
oh so it aint even a subtle thing.
This movie went over so many heads
This movie covers racism very gracefully and it’s really amazing
I wish I could sleep forever. Not because I am always tired in this world, But because when I am sleeping I am no longer in this world.
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Saturday Sadness
Depression has me moving slow and thinking fast. Thoughts fly through my head like meteors and crash against the gravitational pull of my lethargy. If only I could move, gain some momentum, maybe the movement of my body would lessen the movement of my mind. Because the thoughts are not helpful. They do not compell me to reach higher or take steps forward. On the contrary, they keep me glued down in the fetal position with the curtains drawn to block the light of this beautiful day I am biochemically incapable of enjoying. Thoughts of then, now, and when. They’re all monochromatic and dreary, and I know it’s partly the depression, but it’s partly the truth, too. The truth is that my past is spiked with pain, my present is dull and unmotivating, and my future is something I fear too much to examine closely. What are the chances my brain chemistry will become healthy? What are the chances I will learn to love and believe in myself? What are the chances that hoping is powerful enough to elicit positive outcomes? What are the chances? Chances are that today I’m too down to pull myself up with any success. Chances are that today is another day to just get through and pray that tomorrow will be better, that I’ll be lighter, that participating will not be painful.
Imagine being snuggled up to the person of your dreams in a warm house next to the fire watching a marathon of your favorite show or movie on a snowy day
i’m such a “wait don’t get out of the car yet, this is a good song” type of person