White people ruining shit for other white people

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luka said:
All right, Geoffrey: suppose we forget it until you’re feeling better: we can cope with it in a day or two, when you’re sober.”
“But good lord!”
The Consul sat perfectly still staring at the floor while the enormity of the insult passed into his soul. As if, as if, as if, he were not sober now! Yet there was some elusive subtlety in the impeachment that still escaped him. For he was not sober. No, he was not, not at this very moment he wasn’t! But what had that to do with a minute before, or half an hour ago? And what right had Yvonne to assume it, assume either that he was not sober now, or that, far worse, in a day or two he would be sober? And even if he were not sober now, by what fabulous stages, comparable indeed only to the paths and spheres of the Holy Cabbala itself, had he reached this stage again, touched briefly once before this morning, this stage at which alone he could, as she put it, “cope,” this precarious precious stage, so arduous to maintain, of being drunk in which alone he was sober! What right had she, when he had sat suffering the tortures of the damned and the madhouse on her behalf for fully twenty-five minutes on end without having a decent drink, even to hint that he was anything but, to her eyes, sober? Ah, a woman could not know the perils, the complications, yes, the importance of a drunkard’s life! From what conceivable standpoint of rectitude did she imagine she could judge what was anterior to her arrival? And she knew nothing whatever of what all too recently he had gone through, his fall in the Calle Nicaragua, his aplomb, coolness, even bravery there—the Burke’s Irish whiskey! What a world. And the trouble was she had now spoiled the moment. Because the Consul now felt that he might have been capable, remembering Yvonne’s “perhaps I’ll have one after breakfast,” and all that implied, of saying, in a minute (but for her remark and yes, in spite of any salvation), “Yes, by all means you are right: let us go!” But who could agree with someone who was so certain you were going to be sober the day after to-morrow? It wasn’t as though either, upon the most superficial plane, it were not well-known that no one could tell when he was drunk. Just like the Taskersons: God bless them. He was not the person to be seen reeling about in the street. True he might lie down in the street, if need be, like a gentleman; but he would not reel. Ah, what a world it was, that trampled down the truth and drunkards alike! A world full of bloodthirsty people, no less!
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I don't want to read it now.
 
luka

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I couldn't get past the first page it's pretty turgid but Jim loves it, lives by it.
 
shakahislop

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wild greens said:
The Hemingway book Fiesta is the best one about drinking abroad. I am going to read it again soon
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yeah i loved that book, when i read it about 15 years ago. the main thing i got out of it was how amazing and glorious the lifestyles of the guys were, messing around and sleeping with each other in a load of different locations, all the normal stuff of everyday life taking place but in a location as exotic as spain, it seemed like a boho dream, and most importantly how miserable they all seemed doing it. i can't remember if much of that's actually in the book at all, but that's what i remember of it.
 
Mr. Tea

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suspended said:
I hate being in Bushwick because I'm surrounded by fuckers who are like me but a shittier more cliched version they all go to coffeeshops and drink cold brew and "write" their great American novel and wear clothes from L Train Vintage
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And the worst part is the sneaking suspicion that they look at you and think the same thing.
 
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suspended said:
@WebEschatology do you have these drought relations with the world? I've never wished I was black contra Luka but I do feel like it would be nice right now not to have OppressorFace. I guess this is how the brown people of the world get back... Ruining white people enjoyment through guilt
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i mean depends by what you mean by drought relations in terms of relating/connecting to my white peers? then yes if you're talking gentrification of where i live then yes

honestly as much as guilting you sounds like a good idea you kinda expect and in a way feed of of that

i feel like a more powerful way would be to just make these social situations as awkward as possible cuase if there's one thing i know that terrifies white people even if the way to solve a problem is right in front of them it's to make things "awkward"
 
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Mr. Tea said:
And the worst part is the sneaking suspicion that they look at you and think the same thing.
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i don't have this cause for me as much as they pose and whatever i feel like i can see right through the facade only takes a few questions for them to reveal that when they were 17 they cried in an open field listening to iwrestledabearonce or some other confounding story
 
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luka said:
One reason the drinking works so well is it shows you that the locals don't all hate you
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yeah cause i think as @thirdform once said in other countries and cultures drinking isn't this thing you do drown your brain its more of a social thing the drink itself is just a stepping stone to some other conversational point that gets the ball rolling

reminds me of how in Jamaica the locals aren't impressed by when you pull up in your expensive car and flashy garms they'd rather you have coconut water and chill with people first,that's how you make a first impression
 
sus

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The other interesting dynamic is the gentrified neighborhood are much more liberal than elsewhere

You see gay couples holding hands and go oh that's nice
 
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