Being rude
Her: Did you all meet at [your old gym]?
Him: We don’t say that name.
The words that jump out at me with this whole Ukraine madness is “doubling-down.”
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- Putin may see doubling down as only option, officials say
- Boris Johnson: Putin ‘doubling down’ on level of violence in Ukraine
- Putin will ‘double down’ in Ukraine as Kremlin’s war drags on
- Putin ‘digging in and doubling down,’ Secretary of State Antony Blinken
- Angry Putin set to ‘double down’ in Ukraine, intel chiefs warn lawmakers
These are just the first five articles. There are dozens. And it’s maddening to me.
To me, the whole concept of doubling-down is an extension of mental masturbation; it literally accomplishes nothing except emotionally gratifying the person doing it.
Unlike actual masturbation, where the result is nothing, this mental masturbation is assuredly something – something horrible, evil, and sad.
Unborn babies and pregnant mothers are getting killed. Cities are being bombed to oblivion.
3.6 million 3,600,000 people have lost their friends, homes, livelihoods, and familiar lives, just because one guy can’t stop mentally masturbating and doubling- and tripling-down – despite all evidence that all he’s doing is hurting others and himself.
There’s no positive here for anyone. The only thing that might possibly happen is that Russia withdraws and then what? It’ll take decades to rebuild Ukraine, physically, and Russia’s goodwill, metaphysically.
Doubling-down is such a stupid fucking concept that I wrote about it before – twice in fact.
An old friend of ours, Hawk, stopped by the gym today.
A solid chunk of the people in our gym either knew us or heard about us from our old gym and left there to come to us or went somewhere else.
While I’m happy that our gym’s doing well, I’m still filled with a sense of pity for our old coach. At any point, in all the years of us being there, he could have just listened and corrected his course.
I actually sighed writing that.
Man, to make so many people miserable and destroy one’s own life for some childish dream because one won’t – or can’t – just open one’s mouth and communicate is just the height of absurdity and sadness.
But he not only didn’t, he doubled-down every chance he got. Rumor has it that, after downsizing, he’s struggling to fill up even that smaller space.
And like I said, if you keep doing what you do, you keep getting what you get.
Doubling-down is such a foreign concept to me, I suppose because, even when I was a kid, I was an old man inside; just didn’t see the upside of hurting myself and others for some weird mental pride thing.
I’ve just never seen such destructive stubbornness played out on such a grand – and horrifying – scale before.
In the end, I wonder if we’re at the cusp of World War 3, just because of one man’s stubbornness and pathological need to mentally masturbate.
None of the people that are my success models do anything like that and I’ve never known anyone doubling-down on anything that came to any good.
What a waste in every sense of the word.
Her: Why do you carry that around?!
Me: Oh, I…wait, to be clear, I would never hurt you. That’d just be…rude.
Her: (laughs)
Location: 14th Street, wondering I should also get a taco
Mood: resigned
Music: if we get it wrong, we can’t blame no one (Spotify)
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