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I'm slightly afraid of life. And time running away from me.
I blame the film industry for the unhappiness of the middle classes. As fairly intelligent peple who are highly exposed to the media, we are waiting for a point in our lives where everything makes sense, the climax of the movie, where all the confusion and uncertainty is wiped away and we realise what we are about, what this was about, what life was about, and we will smile knowingly, and all the shite we have been through will be worth it.
Everything will be tied together in a neat little package, and plots and sub plots will merge together, and we will powerfully walk off into the distance.
I blame the film industry for the unhappiness of the middle classes. As fairly intelligent peple who are highly exposed to the media, we are waiting for a point in our lives where everything makes sense, the climax of the movie, where all the confusion and uncertainty is wiped away and we realise what we are about, what this was about, what life was about, and we will smile knowingly, and all the shite we have been through will be worth it.
Everything will be tied together in a neat little package, and plots and sub plots will merge together, and we will powerfully walk off into the distance.