Why I'm a bastard....
Whenever I read or hear someone yammering on about how happy they are, or how wonderful their life is, or how in love they are, or whatever, I find myself thinking about the third line of William Butler Yeats' poem The Second Coming.
"Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold."
And I laugh to myself. Because the louder and longer someone talks about how perfect their life is, the more likely it is that the person in question is attempting to convince themselves far more than they are the person to whom they are speaking.
In other news, I got a pay raise at work. Things are going great. I'm so fucking happy. My life is so wonderful. I'm so completely in love. I'm so whatever, you know? And I couldn't be more ecstatic about it!
-neal
"Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold."
And I laugh to myself. Because the louder and longer someone talks about how perfect their life is, the more likely it is that the person in question is attempting to convince themselves far more than they are the person to whom they are speaking.
In other news, I got a pay raise at work. Things are going great. I'm so fucking happy. My life is so wonderful. I'm so completely in love. I'm so whatever, you know? And I couldn't be more ecstatic about it!
-neal