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[bootme]

I found an English language newspaper today. In the obituaries, it said that William S. Burroughs had died a few days back

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[fletchfinchley]

You've done too well in school to leave now.

[bootme]

And you care it matters because...?

My marks won't matter if I'm dead.

[fletchfinchley]

You're probably safer at school than in Prague.

[bootme]

I have a good chance of dying either way, and I'll be happier in Prague.

[fletchfinchley]

How could anyone be happy in Prague?

[bootme]

I said happier. Not happy.

And I'm not going to stay here forever. And it's around 1400 kilometres from Hogwarts, which is a major plus.

[fletchfinchley]

God forbid you ever be happy.

You should try New Zealand. It's the farthest away you could ever get without leaving the planet.

[bootme]

If He exists, He apparently does.

And I don't want to go to New Zealand, even if I could get there. Or Australia, before you suggest it.

[fletchfinchley]

Then as an atheist it's up to you to make your own happiness. Which you obviously don't want anyhow, Prague or not.

Try Antarctica.

[bootme]

Maybe I'm trying to make or find or whatever my own happiness. Prague or not. And maybe I'm finding it completely impossible.

So maybe I'm trying something else.

And I packed for summer weather.

[fletchfinchley]

Or maybe you're just not trying hard enough.

[bootme]

Maybe I've tried as hard as I could. And maybe it's not enough. And maybe it's not always something I've done myself.

Maybe history always repeats.

[fletchfinchley]

I've never met anyone who enjoys being miserable as much as you do.

[bootme]

Right. I enjoy it. Nothing starts my day better than a nice round of self-flaggelation.

But, you know, you spend enough time somewhere and it starts to feel like home.

[fletchfinchley]

You certainly seem to enjoy it.

[bootme]

There's a massive gulf of distance between 'acceptance' and 'enjoyment.'