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Post by teddy on Nov 27, 2011 11:40:45 GMT -5
Let's get a pint tonight.
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Post by Benjamin Burke on Nov 27, 2011 11:47:47 GMT -5
No thanks. I don't much feel like drinking.
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Post by teddy on Nov 27, 2011 11:51:25 GMT -5
I was talking a pint of butterbeer, old chap. Nothing hard for me anymore, and I suggest not for you either. Temperance is a very admirable principle, one I wish people to this day held to with more steadfastness. We'd all save ourselves a lot of trouble if we did.
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Post by Benjamin Burke on Nov 27, 2011 11:54:30 GMT -5
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Post by teddy on Nov 27, 2011 12:04:07 GMT -5
Right, then. I suppose I'll cut to the chase. You're grieving, and I'm concerned about you, and I'd like to take you out for a night so that you can perhaps do something other than stew in your ever-growing pot of misery all day. Grieving is a terrible sickness indeed, but one that must happen all the same. There are many things that grieving should or shouldn't be, but there is one truth that transcends it all––grieving doesn't have to be alone. Solitary mourning is a choice. A choice, I might add, of a compromised mind. Now, given that your mind is certainly compromised (and don't argue with me on this one, Benjamin), and you have chosen to grieve alone, it is my duty as your friend and elder to extend the hand of comfort to you and attempt to offer you some small shred of solace, however much is within my bounds to give. So, I say, 'let's get a pint,' and your natural response would be, 'no,' but you are going to fight against that crippling grief and find it in your heart to say 'yes,' and we're going to go to the Three Broomsticks and I am going to buy you a pint of butterbeer, which you will sip grudgingly at first but then will down eventually. We can sit in silence if you like, or we can discuss a great many of topics. It is your choice. For you see, the idea is not that you have to open up to me or get into any detail of the pain you're feeling, no; the point is for me to show you that you do not have to grieve alone.
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Post by Benjamin Burke on Nov 27, 2011 12:06:47 GMT -5
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Post by teddy on Nov 27, 2011 12:07:37 GMT -5
Now don't be contrary, old friend. Give us the correct answer.
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Post by Benjamin Burke on Nov 27, 2011 12:09:06 GMT -5
Rather rude, wasn't I? My apologies. Here's your correct answer:
Thank you. I appreciate the sentiment. But no.
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Post by teddy on Nov 27, 2011 12:12:03 GMT -5
Actually, this is the correct answer:
Thank you, my friend. Though I am using my grief as an excuse to behave like an ass, I will make all wrongs right by going out for one evening with you. Please forgive me if I am not so enthused over the matter, but I am sad, you see, and while I'd rather not go, I figure I have nothing to lose by going.
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Post by Benjamin Burke on Nov 27, 2011 12:14:36 GMT -5
How hard is it for everyone to understand that I just want to be left alone? Ever heard of respecting one's wishes?
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Post by teddy on Nov 27, 2011 13:08:02 GMT -5
And that phrase opens up a door to a whole world of rationality and relativity that I assure you, Benjamin, you do not want to open at the present.
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Post by Benjamin Burke on Nov 27, 2011 13:19:56 GMT -5
You're right. I don't want to open any doors. In fact, quite the opposite.
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Post by teddy on Nov 27, 2011 13:25:35 GMT -5
Clearly.
Now, come on, mate. Please let me try to help you. I can't watch you waste away like this.
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Post by Benjamin Burke on Nov 27, 2011 13:28:30 GMT -5
Just stop, Ted.
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Post by teddy on Nov 27, 2011 13:32:44 GMT -5
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