Wait a minute, why does your amabassador have a gun?
Mixed signals are bad in baseball and even worse in relationships. It's like when the person driving in front of you has their blinker on, but they never turn. It's infuriating. They keep signaling that the relationship is about to turn a corner, but then keep on driving straight and you're like, "Where are we going with this?" when maybe the whole time they were just trying to drive away from you. That could discourage anyone from following too closely for a while. Like they say; once smitten, twice shy.
The only thing worse than your house leaking when it rains, is if it leaks when it doesn't rain. It's like a horror movie: "We've traced the water...and it's coming from inside the house!" The realization that I was going to have to do some work nearly brought me to my knees with rage and terror. I decided that as long as I live in it, my house will be a ticking time bomb going drip, drip, drip. Somewhere I don't know about there is water leaking, mold growing, a mouse making itself at home, and it is already too late. If the mold is black, I should just bury my face in it and snort deeply to end it all. More than anything, I think every house dreams of the day it can fall over into a heap of wood, shingles, wire, and pipe, and I have to keep it propped up and Frankenstein new pieces onto it in a perpetual sort of house-purgatory. But inevitably, the house always wins, so someday I'll be able to point to it and say, "See this beautiful disaster? I own that baby."
It always makes me feel a little sad whenever I learn something new and important that makes my life better. It makes me sad not for the sake of emotional balance, but because my past self didn't know this useful or meaningful thing. Every error or misjudgment I've ever made reinforces the idea that my past self can't be trusted to do things right. Of course, this means that Future Me is out there somewhere, across the fourth dimension, shaking his head at me for something I am about to do. Much like my house, something is already wrong with me. I am going to do something stupid and I don't know what it is. Some mornings I ask myself, how am I letting my future self down? But he will not tell me. He has to show me. It's more "interesting" that way, I guess.
The only thing worse than your house leaking when it rains, is if it leaks when it doesn't rain. It's like a horror movie: "We've traced the water...and it's coming from inside the house!" The realization that I was going to have to do some work nearly brought me to my knees with rage and terror. I decided that as long as I live in it, my house will be a ticking time bomb going drip, drip, drip. Somewhere I don't know about there is water leaking, mold growing, a mouse making itself at home, and it is already too late. If the mold is black, I should just bury my face in it and snort deeply to end it all. More than anything, I think every house dreams of the day it can fall over into a heap of wood, shingles, wire, and pipe, and I have to keep it propped up and Frankenstein new pieces onto it in a perpetual sort of house-purgatory. But inevitably, the house always wins, so someday I'll be able to point to it and say, "See this beautiful disaster? I own that baby."
It always makes me feel a little sad whenever I learn something new and important that makes my life better. It makes me sad not for the sake of emotional balance, but because my past self didn't know this useful or meaningful thing. Every error or misjudgment I've ever made reinforces the idea that my past self can't be trusted to do things right. Of course, this means that Future Me is out there somewhere, across the fourth dimension, shaking his head at me for something I am about to do. Much like my house, something is already wrong with me. I am going to do something stupid and I don't know what it is. Some mornings I ask myself, how am I letting my future self down? But he will not tell me. He has to show me. It's more "interesting" that way, I guess.