US /ˈsæbəˌtɑʒ/
・UK /'sæbətɑ:ʒ/
and 'sabotage', again for big, serious things.
But it was anybody it was anyone! *Cherry Wallis sabotage*
I sabotage him.
I sabotage him.
The passport as we know it doesn't really emerge until the 20th century during the First World War, when concerns about sabotage and spying and so forth, concerns related to the war, led nation states to reimpose passport controls.
The passport as we know it doesn't really emerge until the 20th century, during the First World War, when concerns about sabotage and spying and so forth, concerns related to the war, led nation-states to reimpose passport controls.
Well, we're going to sabotage them.
In your life, you will inevitably misspeak, trust the wrong person, underreact, overreact, hurt the people who didn't deserve it, overthink, not think at all, self-sabotage, create a reality where only your experience exists, ruin perfectly good moments for yourself and others, deny any wrongdoing, not take the steps to make it right, feel very guilty, let the guilt eat at you, hit rock bottom, finally address the pain you caused, try to do better next time, rinse, repeat.
overthink, not think at all, self-sabotage,
And so the theoretical amount more Samsung phones they could sell if they like sabotage the iPhone displays would just not nearly make up for the amount of money they lose if they don't have Apple as a customer anymore.
The idea of trying to avoid love sounds paradoxical in the extreme. Why would anyone take steps to deny themselves an experience which seems so plainly positive and life-enhancing? Plenty of people are denied love by external forces. Why would anyone take active measures to sabotage love if it lay before them? The answer can only be found by looking back in time. Though we all crave love in theory, our capacity to accept it in practice is critically dependent on the quality of our early emotional experiences. To abbreviate sharply, we can only willingly tolerate being loved if, as children, the process of loving and being loved felt sufficiently reliable, safe and kind. Some of us were not so blessed. Some of us were stymied in our search for love in ways we have not yet recovered from or fully understood. Perhaps the person we wanted to love fell ill or grew depressed. Or at the height of our dependence on them, they went away or had a new family or turned their attention to a younger sibling.
If we find ourselves in a relationship, we will assiduously practice the arts of what psychologists call distance management. When the chance of reaching a truly happy state appears, we'll subtly discover ways to introduce a chasm. We'll have an argument, spoil a birthday, ruin a holiday. We'll find we have to do a lot of work for an upcoming exam or presentation, that our gang of friends needs us to be somewhere else, that we forgot to return the credit card or tax bill, that our appearance requires a lot of our attention or that we like to flirt with a stranger at a party who suddenly seems very attractive indeed. In both tiny and large ways, we'll know just how to lower the mood, scupper a bond and destroy trust. Perhaps not enough to end a relationship completely, but certainly enough to worry our partner sufficiently as to our solidity that we can be privately sure things will never truly fly. Friends may commiserate with us on our so-called bad luck. Psychologists will note our superlative skill at romantic sabotage. With this to sound a bit like us, compassion is required. We should reflect back on our pasts and wonder at the connection between our fractured bonds with parental figures and our disrupted adult attachments. We aren't like this because we're wicked, we've just been very badly hurt. Once we understand how our skill at independence was acquired, we'll be in a better position to see that it has in reality outlived its rationale. We may still feel immensely apprehensive at the prospect of contentment, but we may finally be able to admit that we are, first and foremost, acting out of fear. Rather than dismissing our partners, we may stick closer to a much more awkward truth – that we're tempted to draw away from them because we're immensely scared that they might finally be in a position to make us very happy – and that simply nothing so unutterably and boundlessly frightening has ever happened to us before.
No, we're gonna sabotage The cast is killer Really funny lock-picking is like a romance Master of disguise you're up.