the last person the person here wins

repost from elsewhere, goblin doing the welcome then

"...goodie, you know where I am if you want to share with me, but I won't correct you one bit, promise, ah no..." replied the goblin who felt that sound advice was a sorry substitute to hard earned experience here, adding "...besides, suppose I was that perfect writer then, where if I correct you, you would become perfect by it too, then what, well before long I would have run out of things to read on forumland because everyone else would have by then turned into agent smiths of this perfection here, so no, the idea is just for me to offer you that sense of audience, where you slowly figure out what writing is for yourself...", perhaps the goblin was weary of all this the midas touch of perfection then

repost from elsewhere

"...drinking is just an acceptably slow form of suicide where one drowns oneself in drink in some need of escape here, only to be washed back a wreck afterwards to a dailylife that one just grows to hate steadily more by it..." mentioned the goblin quite wise of alcoholism in others by now, adding "...no, occasionally I'll drink a glass of white wine myself, but I've seen enough people around me knowingly drink themselves to death like that, and yet, on the other hand, it does takes guts to face the diminished returns of an old age in sobriety, yet my attitude is that this life is actually mine to discard, or it's just a prison that keeps me here...", simply the goblin was pointing out that having a good innings is most commendable but that clinging to an innings at any cost was a prison of one's own making that was best avoided

i'm still standing