people perplex me

  • Sherlock: I am without peer. Without sane peer, anyway, which is functionally identical to being without peer, full stop. I can only extend so much of myself to a non-peer, which means I can only extend so much of myself to anyone. I've made progress, of course, but I don't know how much more growth there is within me. If I can never value a relationship properly, then, at what point do I stop trying to maintain them?
  • Meeting leader: You haven't turned your back on the world yet.
  • Sherlock: But I am without peer. And that's the greatest threat to my sobriety.
  • --"Elementary," S02E21

“It probably says alot about me that I preferred solitary confinement to…Well…This. People perplex and irritate me, so having what I can only consider was a near month of reflection? Well, it was bliss.” Lilith mused, she’d annoyed the wrong guard and had ended up in the dark hole of solitary confinement, whilst at first the cold dark room had angered her- she’d grown accustomed to it “Though of course now I crave a cigarette, I thought in that regard I might have been rehabilitated but it would appear not”

Originally posted by screencolours

anonymous asked:

Why do aphobes care so much about what labels other people use? This genuinely perplexes me. Like buddy whether I say I'm a fucking demi-nebulo-panromantic gray-lith-bisexual or just plain old queer, that has fuck all to do with you??

Someone: This label isn’t very well known but it fits me so I’m gonna use it

Aphobes: I was born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning I break my legs, and every afternoon I break my arms. At night, I lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep.

Sherlock: “It has its costs.”
Watson: “What does?”
Sherlock: “Learning to see the puzzle in everything. They’re everywhere. Once you start looking, it’s impossible to stop. It just so happens that people, and all the deceits and delusions that inform everything they do, tend to be the most fascinating puzzles of all. Of course, they don’t always appreciate being seen as such.”
Watson: “Seems like a lonely way to live.”
Sherlock: “As I said, it has its costs.”
—  Elementary, Season 1, Episode 4
I don't understand why Marriage Equality is a debatable issue

I was pleased yesterday to see all the support for marriage equality spilling through my social media feeds. I was also a little surprised that I didn’t see a single post against it, though personally I can’t conceive of any rational argument that can be made to keep same-sex couples from having equal rights under the law. But since it is a political issue, there must be opposition, right?

Today, I saw my first “protect marriage” post and jumped into the debate. I took some time to write out my thoughts, including a question that gets to what boggles me most about why/how this is even an issue (the “harsh” and “blanket statement” references were attempts to assuage participants after another poster got a bit too blunt–debates can be more than rants only if both sides approach them with somewhat open minds and mutual respect):

“Harsh, yes, but I do see a hypocrisy in this thread from those of you asking for tolerance to express your beliefs. I have absolutely no problem with you expressing your beliefs, and I applaud you for doing so, but agreeing to disagree doesn’t work in this current situation since one side is not currently allowed to let things be as they are. Once equal rights are granted (which will come sooner or later), then tolerance from both sides will be sufficient.”

“I’m not upset just confused, and I agree with you that blanket statements are generally not helpful or accurate and respect should be maintained throughout. What I would like someone to explain to me is how one side of the issue saying "let me live with equal rights” and the other side saying “you’re only equal if you live like I believe you should” are not lopsided. One seems to me a more oppressive stance, not seeking tolerance but submission.“

No one has yet to answer my question, and the debate has since silenced.

Sister Carmel: “Even if I found a man, I’m lying. I’m not caring about him, I’m just using him for what I want.”
The Man: “Your child.”
Sister Carmel: “God. Even the child is a tool to get God to pay attention to me. I mean, who does that? Who has a child to fill the gap that God doesn’t fill?”
The Man: “More people than you’d think, I’d expect.”
Sister Carmel: “Not me.
—  The Booth at the End
Debriefing After Seeing Ben Howard Live

First off, I have to admit, I am not a people person. I can get a bit claustrophobic in a crowd, I’m not real comfortable being touched/bumped, and inconsideration of others can put me in a downright foul mood. Needless to say, I prefer intimate, sparsely populated venues or those with designated space per patron. But I do occasionally find myself in a crowd-up-to-the-stage-in-a-pack setting, as I did tonight to see Ben Howard, my first time at Union Transfer.

In such situations, I pick a spot where I can see and stay as still as possible so others can do the same behind me. Inevitably, as my luck has been, a tall guy or a girl with way-big hair will push through and stand in front of me, shifting side to side so that as soon as I find an angle of sight it’s gone again. Tonight it was a group of three obtuse girls (one with the way-big hair). They shifted and drifted backwards into me repeatedly, without any acknowledgement that I was even there. They were super annoying, recording with their phones held high and shouting “I love you Ben” as if he hadn’t heard them the first 20 times.

But I didn’t let them ruin the night for me. I did appreciate their knowledge of Ben’s catalog, and they had good taste in song choice when they screamed out requests. And I certainly enjoyed being in the crowd for the clap- and sing-a-long portions of the night, especially with everyone (me included) belting out “keep your head up / keep your heart strong.” And, in the end, the action on stage made all the rest of it worthwhile.

Before Ben even took the stage, I realized I was in for a rare treat. The sound check after the opening act took an exorbitant amount of time because the roadies had to test so many instruments. These musicians are exceptionally versatile. Ben was perfectly complemented by India Bourne, vocally, instrumentally, and socially. (While Ben’s stage presence was rather reserved, India smiled at each audience eruption at the start of each new song, validating their enthusiasm.)

From the outset, it was apparent Ben was there for the music, hardly looking up at the frenetic crowd. He hunched over his guitar and played with an intricate plucking style and a mix of over- and under- fret work, a technique I’ve never seen before but explains why his music has such a unique and compelling sound. As each song built into a frenzy, his energy was subtly contagious, boosting the already lively audience. I honestly don’t know how his strumming/plucking left arm lasted an hour and a half.

But I’m glad it did last so long, and I’m surely glad I went and braved the crowd. Every now and then an artist comes along who is worth the effort.