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Having come to the realization that, despite the fact that people are stupid and I, being a person, am also stupid, I can still choose not to be utterly ridiculous if I'm paying attention.
Sometimes.
In other news, I'm getting maudlin in my old age, so that when I'm sixty I'll either be that stoic individual that everyone knows has some control issues, or I'll be a soppy mess. I'm voting for soppy mess, because it's an easier way to annoy people. And I'll never have to clean up.
The irresponsibility will probably kill me. There are worse ways.
My social skills are still moldering in a back closet to which I've lost the key, and now someone's moved all the furniture and I can't find the damned door, because all those stupid bookshelves are too heavy for me to move, and no one is answering the damned phone.
Also, I've discovered that having social anxiety issues on the Internet is pretty damned stupid (see above about stupid people), and I'd take steps to remedy it, only I always take the wrong ones.
And now that my meandering post is over, I'll leave you with something that always entertains me.
"They were assailed by two fears: that the secret would be a disappointment, and that once it was known to all, there would be no secret left."
--- Umberto Eco, Foucault's Pendulum
Sometimes I feel that the above quote contains the reasoning that most people use when they want to make themselves miserable.
Catch-22, man; we live it, we love it.
It's the easy way out.
Sometimes.
In other news, I'm getting maudlin in my old age, so that when I'm sixty I'll either be that stoic individual that everyone knows has some control issues, or I'll be a soppy mess. I'm voting for soppy mess, because it's an easier way to annoy people. And I'll never have to clean up.
The irresponsibility will probably kill me. There are worse ways.
My social skills are still moldering in a back closet to which I've lost the key, and now someone's moved all the furniture and I can't find the damned door, because all those stupid bookshelves are too heavy for me to move, and no one is answering the damned phone.
Also, I've discovered that having social anxiety issues on the Internet is pretty damned stupid (see above about stupid people), and I'd take steps to remedy it, only I always take the wrong ones.
And now that my meandering post is over, I'll leave you with something that always entertains me.
"They were assailed by two fears: that the secret would be a disappointment, and that once it was known to all, there would be no secret left."
--- Umberto Eco, Foucault's Pendulum
Sometimes I feel that the above quote contains the reasoning that most people use when they want to make themselves miserable.
Catch-22, man; we live it, we love it.
It's the easy way out.
