2 Samuel 18:33 is the relevant text. The images in the video become secular from 1:30 forward. The song is truly beautiful, and the video is very well worth watching all the way through.
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From today forward there are five things I shall not ask myself to do again, as they are too painful and, while they do not kill me, they weaken me. For me these things are sheer torture. Although I thought I would get more used to them as the years passed, the opposite has happened: my tolerance for them has exhausted itself completely. No matter how exceptional the circumstances I no longer require myself to:
1. Attempt, for politeness’ or kindness’ sake, to feign normalcy at dinner with someone who is passing out or has passed out due to a diabetic crisis, drunkenness, or both.
2. Listen politely to anyone who, while drinking, exhorts me to “just sit down and write more.” This applies in double strength to people who address the aforementioned sentence to me in Spanish.
3. Listen with resignation to anyone who, while on any type of high, announces they will now tell me the “real truth” about what “everyone thinks” about me.
4. Converse patiently with anyone who feels I should be in a greater degree of denial about the condition of the alcoholic and/or the diabetic, or who wants me to join an active campaign against this person as opposed to step out of the situation entirely. It is not my responsibility to stay in the situation, to cathect with it, to engage with it, and I do not need anyone’s permission to leave.
5. Be polite out of the goodness of my heart to bombastic men with redundant lectures. I was going to say I would listen for $300 per hour, in cash, in advance, but upon seeing that in print I think not. I will not put up with this behavior for any price.
Axé.
coldhearted scientist وداد 
Of course all of these things and more have been done this week by someone who really is in no position to dare.
“Real truth” always secretly means “Mean lies.”
I hate mean drunks and the people who defend them. Definitely don’t put up with either of them for any price.
My god, that video is beautiful and painful.
I have been on the receiving end of a few of these “real truth” conversations re: what “everyone thinks” about me. Once while I was living in Germany, the French woman I lived with did this to me. She came into our shared room while a party was going on downstairs. She began by saying how sick she was of everyone and of these parties. She saw me studying and enjoying myself – perfectly content not to be at the party. And then she added, “you’re lucky because you have your work.” And then clear out of nowhere she launched into one of these truth-telling sessions, telling me how everyone thought I was strange and how they were laughing at me, etc. I couldn’t work for the rest of the night and moved out shortly after that.
If you knew who it is who is behaving in this manner you would gasp in disbelief! It’s ultimately sort of funny, though, in that funny/pathetic kind of way.
Why? Do I know this person?
OK – my chair and dean know this blog, but if they actually read it I’ll bet they don’t read the comments.
It is a new assistant professor who apparently believes this is the path to tenure. No — who intends to go on the market and wants to pour gasoline on everyone and light a match to it before leaving.
Hmm, sounds like he wants you to be a sort of mother/confessor to him. Well, I hope his job search is successful. That could kill two birds – you and him – with one stone.:)
Yes, he wants that but unfortunately he wants a few more things … like, to suck out my energy, and harness it so as to help him go after his designated enemies. If it were just mother/confessor, I could handle it, I mean, it would be easy to limit it. This effort he has going on is broader and more insidious. If he weren’t this way I’d invite him out rowing on the lake with us tomorrow — we’re taking Easter Monday off to row on the lake, and I know he likes nature and doesn’t know people, and he’s new in the town and the area and so on, so it would be normal to invite him rowing … but he’s too negative.