I live in a country of about 20 milion narcissist people who live naturally as if it's nothing wrong about it. Come here rjbetty! :wave:
You'll be one of us. :p
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I live in a country of about 20 milion narcissist people who live naturally as if it's nothing wrong about it. Come here rjbetty! :wave:
You'll be one of us. :p
Ugh, 20 Million.:p:
Obviously it depends on judgement, and where to draw the dividing line. By my reckoning about 10% of the people have a serious case of narcissism. Other people may have varying levels of habits of narcissism, but it is still possible to discuss with them as normal human beings. :)
I was snowed in last weekend, in a place where there was no broadcast TV. So I watched some DVDs that I had with me. One of them was "Senna". I was a great fan of the man when he was alive and I thought that I knew a great deal about him. But in watching that documentary movie, I learned SO MUCH more about the man behind the image. And in watching the footage taken on that final weekend at Imola (especially the footage showing him reacting to Roland Ratzenberger's lifeless body in the Simtek, as it ground to a stop), I got the eerie feeling that he had a sense of his own mortality. He seemed to accept it (which is why he couldn't take up Professor Sid Watkins' offer to walk away and just go fishing), but he wasn't entirely comfortable with whatever might be coming either. Who among us would be, I suppose. I'd heard rumors of that before. But in watching this movie, I could see it. And being alone with my thoughts as I watched that movie, in the middle of a heavy snow storm... that gave me time (maybe too much) to think about my own mortality. Very strange indeed.
Anyway, that's what's on my mind today. Thankfully, it's bright, sunny and warm today.
I have been meaning to watch Senna for a while but haven't gotten my hands on it yet.
anyways cheer up Jag and go grab a beer :) Very sunny and bright today indeed.
Interesting. That movie had a bit of the same affect on me when I first watched it. And some recent things I'm going through has had me thinking about my own mortality more lately again. Maybe that's why I'm getting myself into better shape, and making some stress related changes as more of a priority lately.
If I was still single and had no children, chances are probably much greater I would die (or would have already died) doing something higher risk. Now that I have a wife and daughter, it shifts priorities. And though I want to leave them taken care of financially the best I can, I also don't want to be an absentee father or husband. Finding that balance can be tough.
And hopefully when I'm 80 I'll still be wondering if I did it right, and hoping my grandchildren don't think I missed their mother up. :laugh:
I'm usually pretty good at preventing myself from spending inordinate amounts of time navel gazing. But last weekend sort of caught me off guard. I didn't expect to be isolated for that long. So I watched several DVDs... all about motor racing. The ones about the 50's and 60's were nostalgic and interesting, even though SO MANY drivers (and spectators) died during that bloody era. But I wasn't around to watch most of those guys, so that didn't hit me the same way. But Senna was close to my age. And the interviews with John Bisignano, in particular, sort of messed with my head. That strange, almost electric aura, that he described being around Senna's car on the grid, made me pause the DVD and stare into space for a bit. And the way that Bisignano commented on how conflicted he was about Senna's death, I could relate to that too. While his family and friends surely miss him still, in the eyes of fans (people like us, who didn't really know him), he will never get old. He will never die of cancer or slump over in his chair at the age of 80 or 90. He will always be young, vibrant, handsome and determined to get that next win. To many people, he has taken on a sort of mythical, spirit like existence now. In my mind, I only remember that he died in the lead. And since we all gotta go at some point, that ain't a bad way to go. So, that's how I resolved that blue feeling and started counting my blessings again.
Man, I hope that's the last big snow that we have this year. :D
I liked Senna, too, sort of. However, my true heroes were Mansell and then Hill. In a total contrast to Senna both of them decided to not push themselves to the limit. Each of them ended up parking a healthy car in the middle of the race and walking away to do gardening or something. I suppose I might pull the same trick one day.
I watched the film Senna recently on Netflix, and although well done, I thought that the conflict between him and Prost was presented as rather one-sided. I couldn't help but wonder how that conflict would be presented if a film was done about Prost's career :mark: .
What's on my mind lately is the rubbish content on Netflix. I can never seem to find anything interesting to watch. Lately I've been watching old episodes of Top Gear, and Netflix only goes as far back as season 16 :dozey: