When someone knows they've created lies and a false narrative about you, it doesn't bring them peace; it brings them a shoulder to have to keep looking over, a guilty conscience, and fear that the truth about who they really are and what they did will eventually make its own way out.
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@dtaylor5633 Good that you are thinking about it.
Decide that you are not going to fuck it up.
Every choice.
And ask for help from people who don't want you to fuck it up.
Especially your boss.
If you fuck up, your boss has fucked up so don't let them.
Time to help others not fuck up.
Late one evening in 2003, Emma Thompson sat alone in her London flat, surrounded by the wreckage of a very public divorce
The press had been relentless. Her marriage to Kenneth Branagh had ended amid scandal, and the woman who'd won an Oscar for bringing Jane Austen's words to life couldn't find any of her own.
Then came a knock at the door.
Alan Rickman stood there holding a bottle of wine and nothing else—no advice, no pity, no expectations. He walked in, sat down, and stayed through the night. He didn't ask her to explain. He didn't tell her it would be okay. He just sat with her in the darkness, offering the rarest gift one human can give another: silent, judgment-free presence.
"You saved me without trying," Thompson later wrote to him. "And that's the kind of love I trust most."
Their friendship had begun years earlier during a 1980s stage production, when Thompson met a man whose fierce gaze and commanding silence intimidated most people. But she saw past the intensity to something tender underneath. "I recognized a fellow creature," she said, "one who felt deeply but rarely said as much."
By the time they filmed "Sense and Sensibility" in 1995, their bond had deepened into something rare in Hollywood—a friendship built on creative trust and emotional safety. While Thompson juggled the impossible pressure of starring in and adapting a beloved classic, Rickman quietly anchored her. "Alan had a way of being in the room that made you feel you belonged there too," she remembered.
What made their connection extraordinary wasn't grand gestures or public declarations. It was the accumulation of small, sacred moments. The long conversations about betrayal and forgiveness during "Love Actually." The way he never demanded she be strong when she was breaking. The trust that allowed complete vulnerability without fear.
Then, years later, Rickman fell ill. For a long time, he told almost no one about his cancer diagnosis. But Thompson knew. She noticed how he tired more easily, how his already quiet nature turned more introspective. One afternoon during a charity film shoot, he finally told her.
They stood in silence for several moments.
"Alright," she said simply. "Then we walk through this together."
In those final years, Rickman opened up in ways he never had before—sharing memories, regrets, and hopes with the one person he trusted completely. Thompson told him she had loved him from the beginning, though they'd never crossed the lines of friendship.
He laughed. "You would've ruined me."
"No, Alan," she replied. "I would've healed you."
When Rickman died in 2016, Thompson released a letter calling him "the truest of friends." Their bond had never been about celebrity or performance. It had been real, raw, and sacred—a story written in glances, in trust, in the knowledge that some people don't come into your life to dazzle you, but to hold a steady light.
Thompson keeps one of his handwritten notes tucked in her wallet: "Always speak the truth. It costs less."
And she still visits their favorite café, orders two teas, and talks to him like he's still listening—because the truest friendships never really end.
They just change form, becoming something even more permanent: memory transformed into grace, loss transformed into gratitude, and silence transformed into the loudest kind of love.
@larabirdsnp@ProgIntl Have you resigned from your job as an MSP?
Who is paying you for this?
I was talking to some of your constituents today and they have a bunch of problems that you need to sort out.
People know when they've wronged you. But those same people often create a story in their minds to justify their actions. They do this to ease their guilt. It's not that they don't realize the truth, it's that they're so aware of it that they've convinced themselves otherwise.
Gossip is one of the highest forms of witchcraft. You don't need spells or rituals when you can plant a lie in someone's mind and watch them spread it like it's the fucking truth.
Get enough people believing the same story about someone, and suddenly a false narrative becomes their reputation.
That's how powerful words are. People will swear they know you when all they really know is what someone else told them.