0 comments K. Rabbit's Hiatus

I'll be leaving L&T for a while to fix some issues in my life. The elephant has to go. I won't return until everything has been resolved.

0 comments Harsh Confession

I've been in a constant depression for several weeks now, probably a little over a month. In response, I've been turning to times spent at the bar, drawing, and actively pursuing hang-out times with friends, or just people to talk to. I've also been to the bowling alley at least once and I've gone to a few restaurants during this time frame. It's been a little more money spent than what I would've liked, but for the sake of my mental health, it was worth it. Slaying fellow students at class with a machete isn't exactly an option.

On the bright side, I think I'm finally certain what the cause is, and what I can do to remedy it. I'm a little saddened to find out what it really is, but happier to know I can fix this. You see, I've been denying myself the truth, refusing to admit what the problem really was. Strangely though, I never once thought of it before. Perhaps my subconscious didn't like the idea.

Whatever the reason for my blindness, what matters here is that for one to truly fix one's own problems, one has to admit that there actually is a problem to begin with. This can be a harsh reality.

0 comments Rain Rain Rain

It's either been raining or over cast for about three weeks now, nonstop. There really wasn't a transition for the end of Fall, either. It was just, "bam," rain; however, I have enjoyed it. It reminds me how much I love being indoors where it's warm and cozy, and of all those small pleasures that are overlooked, like hot chocolate. It's funny because about a year ago, exactly this time last year, I was expressing to Ripley how much I hated Washington weather so much. I absolutely hated the rain. Why is that funny? I couldn't say exactly but I do find it interesting how passions shift over time.

And for the record, I dislike it when people complain about the weather, no matter how screwed up it can be outside.

0 comments Oh, Time

It's frustrating when the days become shorter as Winter approaches. As they get shorter, you feel like there's more and more things to do and less and less time to do it all in. What's even worse is when I'm always constantly putting off homework (Oh, hi, I'm a college student) to doodle, chatter with friends, or writing for silly blogs. Maybe I'll invent a cloning machine to clone myself so that everything actually gets done. But then I'd be forced to battle myself to the death for my love. Would that be considered suicide?

0 comments Denial's & Unrequited Love

Denial. It's something that strikes us all at one point or another. Yet it seems to hurt the most (and leaves a lasting impression) when we're denied in a romantic sense. It leads to self questioning.

Am I good enough?

What's wrong with me?

I'm ugly, aren't I?

Or creepy maybe?

et cetera

However, I believe denial is the key to truly moving on from someone. Being denied leads to crushed hopes and dreams, of course. It requires time to move on from that, of course. You may pine over the person for days, weeks, or months and years after, but you know you'll eventually move on, and probably for the better. (Though, if you're my friend named Lillian, you're probably fucked.)

Now what is “unrequited love?” We've all heard the term, I hope. Unrequited, first off, means “not returned or reciprocated.” So from that, we learn that this love isn't returned for whatever unstated (or sometimes stated) reason. Maybe the person really is ugly, creepy, etc. Or perhaps the circumstances have something to do with it.

This begs the question, though, would you rather have un-reciprocated love or would you rather never fall in love?


I would rather never love at all. It's nearly a form of torture to have your love un-reciprocated. You know what love is, you feel it vividly, yet you're powerless to do anything about it. You can't say a word to the person in fear of ruining a perfectly good friendship. You can't touch them without some sort of desire jolting through you. You can't even look at them or speak with them without remembering how much you love them.

1 comments Work, or How the Government Steals My Money

To be completely honest, my job sucks. I work as a cashier at a local, shitty store. It's a fruit market, of course. What we sell? Well, obviously, fruit, but we also carry an array of other bizarre items. What does this bring in? An array of customers. And what does that mean? They're all fucking weird.

Weird customers? Golly galoshes, Ripley, that must be exciting!!

Frankly, it isn't. I've been yelled at in Russian, Japanese, Chinese, Arabic, Hindi, et cetera. For doing my god damned job. Is there something morally wrong with being a cashier that I should know about? Did they see me smoking outside and are worried about my health? Did I accidentally run a puppy over on my way to work? (If I did, I don't remember.) But honestly, why? It is rarely ever the cashier's fault. Really, it isn't. We just fucking beep things across glass all day.

Then, besides the weird customers, there are the overly emotional ones that need to tell you about how their lives are terrible. When I ask, "Hey there! How're you doing today?" with a fake smile plastered to my face, I really mean, "Sup, throw your shit on the belt, tell me you're fine and get out real quick-like." I don't want you to bitch about how your mother, sister, or cat is in the hospital. Or how much it sucks to be old.

I don't care, for the most part. Tough shit, there's worse things in life.

Next time, let's explore empathy, or Ripley's lack thereof.

0 comments Comic #4 Rejection

0 comments The Writer or the Elephant?

Life is a constant struggle of choices; some easy while others exemplify a confounding variety. Suppose you’re presented with the choice of cake. You open up the fridge, and you gander over yonder towards a delicious cheese cake sitting right there on the second shelf. Observe the Oreo crust and how it elegantly decorates the chocolate cheesecake flavor with its crumby goodness. One side of you, the elephant side, says, “I’m going to devour this entire fucking platter,” while the other side of you, the writer side, says, “I’ll only take one slice from this cake.” Which one takes hold of you? Which one wins in this incredibly confounding dilemma?

We must first take a look at both sides of this argument. The writer represents the voice of reason in your tiny noggin, while the elephant represents your animalistic urges and feelings. These two forces govern all of our actions on a day-to-day basis in our lives. It is often difficult to discern between the two. More often than not, the elephant is confused for the writer. When you eat the entire cheesecake in the fridge, the elephant has taken hold while the writer tries to excuse the action after the fact. Because the writer has excused the action, we think that it was the writer’s choice to eat the cake. In reality, it was the elephant that wanted the cake, because it’s a big monster that loves sweets.

For difficult conundrums where you’re unsure as to which force controls which, a good rule of thumb is that if the action in question is illogical or backed with little to no reason, then the action is being governed by nothing but feeling, nothing but the elephant. The question is really this: Will you let reason control feeling or let feeling control reason?

But why does all of this matter? Why should you be concerned with any of this? What matters is if you are happy with your choices.

0 comments The Toll of Romance

How far does one go forward with a romantic relationship when their partner has established a second romantic relationship with another? The implication with this question here is that the second romance was permitted by the first but doesn’t necessarily mean it’s desirable. It’s essentially a question of tolerance before one snaps and maims inanimate objects. These are very specific circumstances but the answer remains the same for many questions dealing with “how far does one go” with regards to romantic relationships: it all depends on the established boundaries that have been agreed upon by both partners.

But the problem with many relationships is the lack of established boundaries. Or perhaps the lack of respect for said boundaries. It’s one of these two, I’m sure of it.

2 comments Love; The Singular Definition of

Love cannot be defined. You may ask yourself, “How can we talk about something that can't be defined?” The answer is that there are so many different ways to define and describe love that there is no one definite way of saying what is right, wrong or bizarre in love. Everyone has different views and opinions on what love is and what it involves. It could possibly be seen as heinous to try and attach a single sentence to what love is. Love, the feeling not some biological mumbo jumbo, is purely opinionated. - Ripley

The problem here with approaching love with relativism lies under the very nature of relativism itself and we're quick to run into a few flaws in the implied logic.

If I were to look at a monkey, and I said it was a cat, and another person looked at that same monkey and said it was a dog, then who is right? Me? The other person? Both? The answer is that neither of us are right. The monkey is still a monkey. Regardless of the fact that we look at the monkey differently, it does not change what the definition of the monkey is. The only thing that changes is the perception of it. In other words, the existence of something is not conditional or opinionated. It either is or it isn't. We can spend all day arguing about what the monkey is but it doesn't change what the monkey actually is.

If multiple people defined love differently from each other and all were correct, then we lose the common ground of what love is. It would lose its meaning, and there would be no word associated with it to begin with. At this point, trying to define what love is would be like trying to describe what God says to his children. With no common ground amongst people to agree on, I could realistically state that love is nonexistent. But love does exist. We all feel it, there's no question about that. But how do we see love? Is there any evidence other than what we feel? Certainly! We witness this every day through the actions of happy partners, through the expressions of their love.

Many people confuse love for an expression or reaction, like sex. If I were to have sex with someone, does that mean I love that person? No. But can sex be an expression of love? Absolutely. Sex is sometimes sanctioned away from love into its own category so let's have a look at some other actions that tend to be overlooked. Expressions (and note that I'm using this word interchangeably with “reactions”) of love can include making your partner breakfast every morning, staying up real late at night while waiting for your partner to come home from work, or writing little poems on their body when they're sleeping so they can read them in the morning. Others could be a change of lifestyle, thoughts, and overall feelings. The possibilities are seemingly endless, but do any of these expressions mean I love my partner? No; these actions could just be lust. But can they be expressions of love? Yes!

One person once told me that beating your partner with a bat can legitimately be called love. That doesn't make any sense, does it? It's true that some people will actually beat their loved ones as a disciplinary action because of their love. But love cannot be synonymous with these expressions, such as violence, else I could walk into an orphanage, start beating children into submission, and call it “love” without ever being wrong. It is very important to not confuse love for expressions of love.

Love is an emotion, a feeling towards another person or object. But what is that feeling? Love. Ripley said that it could be “...heinous to try and attach a single sentence to what love is.” This is truer than spoken. You cannot define love as anything in the English language but with its associated word: love. Love is love, and the question should not be, "What is love?" but rather, "What causes it?” and, “How do we express it?" These are the things that vary between people and must be watched for, not love.


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0 comments Comic #3 Keep Your enemies Closer?

0 comments Comic #2 Beware of Strangers

0 comments Blog Updates

Just a few things to announce...

First of all, within the near future, Life and Torment will be moving to a new web address away from blogspot.com, but fear not! Those of you who have http://lifeandtorment.blogspot.com bookmarked will be automatically redirected to the new address.

Secondly, as most of our current visitors will have noticed, some significant design changes have taken place, the most noticeable of which being the name change (again). This is to more accurately reflect the nature of our content that we throw at you guys. Hopefully, this will be the final time this happens.

Thirdly, lastly, and most importantly, we should be resuming to our original weekly updates. WOO! But no specific day of the week has been chosen yet. NOO! So stay tuned for more info.

0 comments Comic #1 Heart Attack Awareness

0 comments Unrelenting Passion

I've been working on a roleplay game server with its own setting and rules for a few years now. In its currently complete state, it is everything as I had envisioned it to be from when I first started coding it together: a decently sized player base, a working staff that puts in enough effort to maintain the storyline, and a horror setting with greyed moralities. Initial construction took me approximately six months before it went online. After that point, others with their own visions jumped in and helped it along the course of the years, working on it very much like a painting that is never completed.

In the past year, however, my will to continue this piece of art has been something of a struggle. Of course, it's always been a struggle, but nothing like now. It's true that the initial vision is still being fulfilled, but after seeing it emerge from the depths of my mind, I do not like it. One of the visionaries who contributed a great deal (and whose vision is remarkably close to mine) once said in reference to the game server, “There's a time when you have to realize your painting's a piece of shit, and it's better to move on.” It was painful hearing those words, and it made me question whether or not I should continue on, despite the conflict against one of my most cherished beliefs: unrelenting passion.

What is unrelenting passion? Well, firstly, a passion is a love or hatred for something or someone. It requires an interest, and it conveys an opinion and an expression for that interest. An example would be, say, if I had a passion for chocolate icecream. The interest would be chocolate icecream, the opinion would be that chocolate is the best variety of icecream, and the expression would be that I'd most likely be pigging out on it. Now, with unrelenting passion, it's nothing like favoritism; it's much more than that. I'm talking about hoarding it in my freezer for years to come like a fucking Mormon. An unrelenting passion is a deep expression of the soul, because it doesn't give up without a fight. In a way, it can even be used to measure the depth of the soul, the depth of character.

I firmly believe that a big problem in this world is that people don't give a damn. Or at least, too many don't give enough of one; they don't give enough of their own soul into the progressive cause of life. There's not enough people pushing themselves into writing their novels, going out of their way to taste every variation of their favorite drink, or constructing that perfect stage performance. It's all a lack of interests, love, and hate, and within their absence, there is only apathy and stagnation. We end up with bleak lifelessness. We end up with dudes in the office who wonder just where the hell their life went by over the years, go through a mid-life crisis, and take a fireaxe to the fax machine down the hall.

All of this comes from a perspective I've developed as someone who takes an incredible amount of time pushing a pencil on paper to construct a picture out of nothing but the recesses of my mind. People always tell me, “I could never draw that good,” or, “I'm not skilled and never will be,” when they see my own artwork, but they fail to see that it takes patience, time, and effort to achieve something. The greatest of films, of landmarks, of writings, of everything are crafted by the hands of one who has the patience and the willingness to project their vision, even in bad times.

You see, I love, I obsess, and I am unrelenting. I'm that type of person that scales my love's apartment building and places a sonnet on the outside of their window. There is no room for giving up or letting discouragements get in my way, even if it means wringing someone by the neck so I can make brownies. To go to these great lengths can be just as painful as fulfilling, however. There's nothing quite like having your brownies that you've specially made for someone refused because they had walnuts in them, or to have anything else you've done gone unnoticed. It happens enough to make me feel like I'm the only one who does these things. Unfortunately, this perspective of me is not something that can be removed or altered; it's been with me since I was a child and it'll be with me til I die.

Yes, it may be a bit silly to throw all of this onto a simple game server, but every little part of life, no matter how small, should never be done without putting in the full extent of your heart.