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[Mmmm, Burger (C.J.)]

Originally Posted by evenodds

TAFKATLMA does believe that he is still in the game,

And now you know why he wanted to provide you with the revolving credit line.

[Hank Chinaski]

Originally Posted by Mmmm, Burger (C.J.)

They aren't good substitutes so having lots of books doesn't necessarily mean there's meaningful market power.

does the fact that Ty and wonk want to overpay for bakaa valley swill, and frequently pass over better tasting options, change your hypothesis?

[Did you just call me Coltrane?]

Originally Posted by sebastian_dangerfield

They have some nice fabrics at the top end. I had a good one years ago (until I lost the pants). But at their best, the cuts didn't drape as well as a Hickey or a Zegna. And considering you can steal the good stuff these days because stores are so economically fucked, why pay for the top of the line BB suit?

You don't. They are regularly on sale for half price.

In any event (Hi to people who hate that phrase!), I really like the cut of my TM Lewin suit. Very British. Not the best fabric, but cut much slimmer than any American made suits. And for around $200 (when they are on mega-sale every 4 months or so), you can't beat the price.

[evenodds]

Originally Posted by Mmmm, Burger (C.J.)

And now you know why he wanted to provide you with the revolving credit line.

Among other things.

Not to get all serious, but I realized I was profoundly unhappy being on hold. We had both hoped to reconcile at some point in the future, but when I thought about being happy, I realized I had other people in my life who were worth a shot.

That's why I reached out to the Chimney Sweep (Thanks, CDF!), who I'd met months ago and who had made an impression on me, as I had on him. He had always told me to let him know when I was single, so I did.

Apparently, there is some kernel of truth in those rom-coms.

It is all still extremely early, but it's really fun so far.

[Fugee]

Originally Posted by evenodds

[rich guy with ....ennui, the business stress he is under (after launching a business thinking that would help his crushing boredom in life)]

Tell the formerly luckiest man alive that if he is bored, he should spend his time doing volunteer work. He could tutor kids at the public schools, help struggling entrepeneurs get their businesses off the ground, do just about anything that focuses his attention on other people rather than how bored he is.

There is no reason to be bored. If I had the money to not work, I'm pretty sure I would rarely be bored. And it sounds like he doesn't need to start another business for the money. If he doesn't want to golf or play tennis every day, why not spend the time helping people.

[bold_n_brazen]

Originally Posted by sebastian_dangerfield

(until I lost the pants).

Does this make no one but me curious?

[Greedy,Greedy,Greedy]

Originally Posted by Fugee

Tell the formerly luckiest man alive that if he is bored, he should spend his time doing volunteer work. He could tutor kids at the public schools, help struggling entrepeneurs get their businesses off the ground, do just about anything that focuses his attention on other people rather than how bored he is.

There is no reason to be bored. If I had the money to not work, I'm pretty sure I would rarely be bored. And it sounds like he doesn't need to start another business for the money. If he doesn't want to golf or play tennis every day, why not spend the time helping people.

There is plenty of reason to be bored. You're posting on an anonymous internet chatboard - does boardom not have something to do with it? Even the luckiest among us must do things that perhaps do not enthrall us. Sometimes for many hours a day.

We usually because we want the end product of our misery. But the problem is that if he's bored and not finding some outlet from the ennui with E/O, well, what's the point for her? That sounds like real hell. A sort of never ending real life No Exit. What I don't understand is how the sex could be good given that recipe.

[Greedy,Greedy,Greedy]

Originally Posted by bold_n_brazen

Does this make no one but me curious?

Not at all.

Sebby seems to lose his pants more often than a toddler near a sprinkler in summer.

Sebby's pants bore me.

[Fugee]

Originally Posted by Greedy,Greedy,Greedy

There is plenty of reason to be bored. You're posting on an anonymous internet chatboard - does boardom not have something to do with it? Even the luckiest among us must do things that perhaps do not enthrall us. Sometimes for many hours a day.

We usually because we want the end product of our misery. But the problem is that if he's bored and not finding some outlet from the ennui with E/O, well, what's the point for her? That sounds like real hell. A sort of never ending real life No Exit. What I don't understand is how the sex could be good given that recipe.

Even though I'm not thrilled with my day-to-day work, I'm not so bored that I suffer from ennui. At least not on a regular basis. And I don't have the financial means to be doing whatever I want -- E/O's friend does and is still bored.

For me, posting on a not-so-anonymous chatboard is less about boredom in general and more about needing a little mental break from the work.

Being bored all the time and having the means to do whatever you want would be awful. I also think it is easy to fix.

[evenodds]

Originally Posted by Fugee

Tell the formerly luckiest man alive that if he is bored, he should spend his time doing volunteer work. He could tutor kids at the public schools, help struggling entrepeneurs get their businesses off the ground, do just about anything that focuses his attention on other people rather than how bored he is.

Ennui, like depression, can be seriously crippling. He is engaged directly in philanthropic passions, he gives away a lot of money to charities and philanthropies, he collects things, he is a competitive athlete, and he is amazing in bed. He believes that through activity he can escape this soul-crushing emptiness he feels.

But he can't.

So, he climbs a mountain and feels empty. He saves people and feels empty. He starts new businesses, he endows programs, he develops new philanthropic ventures and he feels empty.

Being with me, though he loves/loved me, felt empty.

I am not talking about simple pleasure or small joys, but he has the time to obsess: "Am I really happy at a core level?"

That is really the difference between the Chimney Sweep and the Artist formerly known as the Luckiest Man Alive. The Chimney Sweep may have a passing thought "am I really happy?" as he sits in a boardroom or a courtroom, but then there are things to be done. TAFMATLMA can spend hours staring at his own navel, exploring the topography of his own intestinal track and never worry how he will make a car payment or how his employees will make theirs.

My grandfather never had to work. He did because he found it edifying to start companies, hire people, change lives, etc. I do not believe he ever actually made any money from his ventures. It's just what he did for fun -- that and spend time with his grandchildren. My father spent years trying to find himself, until he realized money is ephemeral. My great-grandfather on the other side never escaped his crushing ennui. He tried through art, through acquisitions, etc., but he never escaped the feeling that he was really and truly miserable all the time.

Because of who TAFMATLMA is and what he does, he has time to live deeply inside his own head and obsess over things that other people do not simply have time to worry about. That is the downside of having the freedom that comes with wealth. You can obsess over whether you're truly happy, and for a lot of us, we're just not and no amount of tutoring inner city kids will fix him.

That's what his therapist is for . . . and clearly she's doing a bang-up job.

[Greedy,Greedy,Greedy]

Originally Posted by evenodds

Ennui, like depression, can be seriously crippling. He is engaged directly in philanthropic passions, he gives away a lot of money to charities and philanthropies, he collects things, he is a competitive athlete, and he is amazing in bed. He believes that through activity he can escape this soul-crushing emptiness he feels.

But he can't.

So, he climbs a mountain and feels empty. He saves people and feels empty. He starts new businesses, he endows programs, he develops new philanthropic ventures and he feels empty.

Being with me, though he loves/loved me, felt empty.

I am not talking about simple pleasure or small joys, but he has the time to obsess: "Am I really happy at a core level?"

That is really the difference between the Chimney Sweep and the Artist formerly known as the Luckiest Man Alive. The Chimney Sweep may have a passing thought "am I really happy?" as he sits in a boardroom or a courtroom, but then there are things to be done. TAFMATLMA can spend hours staring at his own navel, exploring the topography of his own intestinal track and never worry how he will make a car payment or how his employees will make theirs.

My grandfather never had to work. He did because he found it edifying to start companies, hire people, change lives, etc. I do not believe he ever actually made any money from his ventures. It's just what he did for fun -- that and spend time with his grandchildren. My father spent years trying to find himself, until he realized money is ephemeral. My great-grandfather on the other side never escaped his crushing ennui. He tried through art, through acquisitions, etc., but he never escaped the feeling that he was really and truly miserable all the time.

Because of who TAFMATLMA is and what he does, he has time to live deeply inside his own head and obsess over things that other people do not simply have time to worry about. That is the downside of having the freedom that comes with wealth. You can obsess over whether you're truly happy, and for a lot of us, we're just not and no amount of tutoring inner city kids will fix him.

That's what his therapist is for . . . and clearly she's doing a bang-up job.

And you were with him... why?

I know we geniuses can be engaging and entertaining and there can be a bit of a rush just basking in our glory, but that only lasts so long. Just ask Padma.

Were you engaged in a relationship or watching a trainwreck?

[evenodds]

Originally Posted by Greedy,Greedy,Greedy

But the problem is that if he's bored and not finding some outlet from the ennui with E/O, well, what's the point for her? That sounds like real hell. A sort of never ending real life No Exit.

Thank you for articulating this so much better than I have ever thought it.

Originally Posted by Greedy,Greedy,Greedy

What I don't understand is how the sex could be good given that recipe.

Everything he does, he commits to completely.

[Did you just call me Coltrane?]

Originally Posted by evenodds

Ennui, like depression, can be seriously crippling. He is engaged directly in philanthropic passions, he gives away a lot of money to charities and philanthropies, he collects things, he is a competitive athlete, and he is amazing in bed. He believes that through activity he can escape this soul-crushing emptiness he feels.

But he can't.

So, he climbs a mountain and feels empty. He saves people and feels empty. He starts new businesses, he endows programs, he develops new philanthropic ventures and he feels empty.

Being with me, though he loves/loved me, felt empty.

I am not talking about simple pleasure or small joys, but he has the time to obsess: "Am I really happy at a core level?"

That is really the difference between the Chimney Sweep and the Artist formerly known as the Luckiest Man Alive. The Chimney Sweep may have a passing thought "am I really happy?" as he sits in a boardroom or a courtroom, but then there are things to be done. TAFMATLMA can spend hours staring at his own navel, exploring the topography of his own intestinal track and never worry how he will make a car payment or how his employees will make theirs.

My grandfather never had to work. He did because he found it edifying to start companies, hire people, change lives, etc. I do not believe he ever actually made any money from his ventures. It's just what he did for fun -- that and spend time with his grandchildren. My father spent years trying to find himself, until he realized money is ephemeral. My great-grandfather on the other side never escaped his crushing ennui. He tried through art, through acquisitions, etc., but he never escaped the feeling that he was really and truly miserable all the time.

Because of who TAFMATLMA is and what he does, he has time to live deeply inside his own head and obsess over things that other people do not simply have time to worry about. That is the downside of having the freedom that comes with wealth. You can obsess over whether you're truly happy, and for a lot of us, we're just not and no amount of tutoring inner city kids will fix him.

That's what his therapist is for . . . and clearly she's doing a bang-up job.

Jesus. This guy sounds depressed.

Isn't it nice that in the 21st century we have so many conveniences that we actually get to worry about our own personal happiness?

[Did you just call me Coltrane?]

Originally Posted by evenodds

Everything he does, he commits to completely.

And yet you wouldn't swallow??!! Do you see why this didn't work?

[Adder]

Originally Posted by evenodds

Everything he does, he commits to completely.

Except being happy, apparently.