Strange how someone can seem so much like a friend when in reality they are anything but. How is it that you can like someone, in other words, who clearly has nothing but contempt for you? Fortunately, this type of situation is rare enough. The bigger issue is the far more common experience: feeling precisely nothing for someone and vice versa.
Reality is fundamentally wavelike. Thoughts, feelings, relationships, landscapes: everything undulates.
I have failed so many times at so many things. And yet I still believe I can succeed at something. Being an optimist requires delusional tendencies. The most surprising thing about this? Not that I am delusional, that’s been obvious my whole adult life, but that I am an optimist. I mean, who knew?
You look tired. A few people have said this to me recently. It’s worrying, I mean do I look that bad that people feel the need to comment? The truth is I do look rough. And that is why, precisely why, I have decided to get a facelift.
The older I get the more interesting I become. Even if at the same time my cognitive skills are declining. It is a curious case of less being so much more.
Zen. The most significant sign in a universe teeming with them.
I can’t decide whether I want my corpse to be burnt or buried. Don’t get me wrong. This is not something I lie awake at night fretting over. Maybe I should. But there are just too many other things I can’t decide that need deciding first.
I am the kind of person you would find endearing in a movie and extremely irritating in real life.
