Can't be dragged to hell alone

I am a big old cranky man now and I’m totally fine with that.

I’ve done a lot in my time. I’ve won some and lost some, but I think the core foundations now consist of pressure-stressed, heat-treated iron. So here I am, building things up with worn out tools as per my perscribed medicine, with some thoughts solidifying in the back of my mind that deserve a bit more forging before I concrete them into the fold.

One of the common phrases I’ve used over time is:

It sounds right, but I hadn’t actually explored the history, heritage or original meaning. Looking into it, it comes from Jean-Paul Sartre, who unfortunately is pro-kiddie fiddling. Whilst he had some philosophical contributions, he’s hardly a heavyweight and his degenerate associations rule him out of any worthwhile contribution.

Additionally, that particular phrase is more about judgement from others, the requirement for acceptance and belonging from needy, worthless liars in the play No Exit. I can’t relate to that play - if I were in a room with two moody women I’d try the door within a few minutes.

I always expected the concept of Hell being other people relating to the fact that the source of many negative effects throughout your existence can only be sourced from other people. I’ve never been taxed by squirrels. I’ve not had a tree square up to me. Beers love me and want us to be together forever as God intended.

Hence a quick ponder; a quick bit of thought and the thing I really mean is