This particular bar isn’t emotionally neutral. It holds years of continuity and specific characters who mattered.
There were friendships there that weren’t “best friend” intimacy, but a deeply real kind of social nourishment: morning regulars, repeated conversations, shared humor, mutual recognition. These are the relationships that quietly stabilize life in a town. The older grounded “old traditional” man. The angelic woman who showed up unannounced with coffee during a period of grief. The humble farm worker with infectious laughter and an almost sacred innocence, who was known as an exceptionally strong worker and was exploited for it. These people weren’t abstract. They were a lived texture.
When those figures pass away, the bar becomes layered. It’s not only a place to buy coffee. It becomes a container of ghosts, meaning, and continuity. That is why a breach of respect inside the bar feels deeper than a normal commercial dispute. It isn’t happening in a blank space; it’s happening in a place that holds memory.
Calling it “treason” sounds dramatic until you understand the implicit contract of a long-running social space. The owner witnessed years of community life and benefited from it. The bar was a stage where dignity, routine, and mutual recognition played out. To exploit someone in that setting, especially someone who has been present through multiple arcs and relationships, signals a chilling moral conclusion: the owner does not honor the human reality he has been watching. He has learned nothing from it, or worse, he sees it as irrelevant.
That is why it feels like betrayal: it’s a violation not only of price fairness, but of the meaning of the place and the dignity of a person who belongs there.
RT: https://clew.lol/objects/2f5528e6-2b82-4bfb-8c82-76c9ce17e956
There were friendships there that weren’t “best friend” intimacy, but a deeply real kind of social nourishment: morning regulars, repeated conversations, shared humor, mutual recognition. These are the relationships that quietly stabilize life in a town. The older grounded “old traditional” man. The angelic woman who showed up unannounced with coffee during a period of grief. The humble farm worker with infectious laughter and an almost sacred innocence, who was known as an exceptionally strong worker and was exploited for it. These people weren’t abstract. They were a lived texture.
When those figures pass away, the bar becomes layered. It’s not only a place to buy coffee. It becomes a container of ghosts, meaning, and continuity. That is why a breach of respect inside the bar feels deeper than a normal commercial dispute. It isn’t happening in a blank space; it’s happening in a place that holds memory.
Calling it “treason” sounds dramatic until you understand the implicit contract of a long-running social space. The owner witnessed years of community life and benefited from it. The bar was a stage where dignity, routine, and mutual recognition played out. To exploit someone in that setting, especially someone who has been present through multiple arcs and relationships, signals a chilling moral conclusion: the owner does not honor the human reality he has been watching. He has learned nothing from it, or worse, he sees it as irrelevant.
That is why it feels like betrayal: it’s a violation not only of price fairness, but of the meaning of the place and the dignity of a person who belongs there.
RT: https://clew.lol/objects/2f5528e6-2b82-4bfb-8c82-76c9ce17e956
Short version he resents me, because I have a easy life, don’t work, live in a iconic house that holds memory in town while he lives up the street in a small house, I am always in good mood, happy, have good money, go swimming most of year, so he takes it out on skimming me.
@Dicey I'd underpay him by 4 cents next time and see if he has the balls to say anything
@s8n I already lowered what I pay him, by paying to my buddy waiter in front of him, so paid him that, and breakfast was solved by going into bar and asking price in front of 5-6 others so he couldn’t lie, so I anchored all the important stuff. It’s just a betrayal because I lived so many arcs in relationships with many people who have since passed away during the years there
@Dicey yeah I mean I would pay cash and underpay and not pay the actual price and if he starts a fight I'd have it out with him right there
@Dicey but then again I'm also not schizophrenic and wouldn't have a big chance of making some kind of mistake accidentally
@s8n yeah I can’t tap my phone any longer, he changed completely his attitude with me after I started paying cash, because I noticed he became very friendly, obviously fake friendliness, but he knows I know, is happy I didn’t escalate and solved it peacefully
@s8n there's no signs that say I am schizophrenic in appearance or behavior or personality or thoughts or ideas.
@Dicey yeah I just mean there's less risk of acting crazy if I get in a confrontation (though not no risk)
@s8n actually I avoid all confrontation and violence, I only use violence to defend my life or family’s. I don’t escalate fights, I either escape or if can’t escape don’t escalate fight, try to talk it away. If there’s no other way I am probably just going to accept getting punched, just if violence becomes a danger to my life I will engage extremely violent in self defense. This is most rational way to handle yourself. People underestimate how hurt they can get by engaging in a fight.
@Dicey I'm a pretty small guy so any physical altercation with me more or less would end with a stabbing. If I eat a punch it's a big problem. But if someone's been ripping me off and I catch him there's an element of self destructiveness at play. I'm going to engage that person like I engage with people online here and most of the time they'll back down because they know they're wrong. But if they don't I'll go all the way if I have to
@s8n firstly I am a older generation Norwegian, not a type of people known to engage in fighting, secondly I am aware I haven't had enough fighting experience to be sure I will fight good, third I am aware not everyone have self control or are inteligent enough to know what damage they can produce in a fight. If everyone had enough self discipline to not become a wild gorilla in a fight, start punching you in head, repeated blows or kick or stomp your head on ground I would have no problems fighting anyone
With respect, the people from Norway have a long and proud history of fighting. That's why half the continent is run by descendants of normen.
That's all, no comments on anything else you've said. Just that the sort of people who make up the Norwegians were people who were really really good at fighting.
That's all, no comments on anything else you've said. Just that the sort of people who make up the Norwegians were people who were really really good at fighting.
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@s8n @sj_zero maybe this is a class issue or something? I am not a street guy, I grew up with like gangster types, but my family is police chiefs, fire chiefs in Norway. Like I haven't the peasant genes of going hard over honor or some dumb shit, peasants have those genes because they needed to survive under really hard conditions. I belong to nobility, so my genes are pacific
@s8n @sj_zero I don't know why I started rambling about nobility like this, people from humble beginnings more often than not are noble and authentic, all my deepest connections here in Spain have been humble people. I don't think I ever genuinely connected to someone that wasn't from humble beginnings, of course as we all know there's a high percentage of garbage too in the lowest echelons, but as a rule the most authentic people usually have had some hardship