Refuses to get upset over a guy who'll eat borscht all his life in a hat like a tea cozy.
February 2, 2011
In ten years time I want to have given whatever I’ve been doing whatever I’ve got. Whether that be darning socks, making paper pirate hats or playing the violin. And I want to be loving every moment of it. It’s a pretty simple answer, because, in my opinion, there really isn’t any reason for us to be on this planet: we just fuck things up. So while there’s no reason, make one. So I want to have made one every day.
February 1, 2011
For once in my life, I am happy with where my affections are lying and/or not lying currently. It’s good to genuinely be alright with what’s going on. Sometimes we merely want to feel differently but this is one of those times when we DO. I’ve decided that it’s okay to let myself think certain ways and feel certain ways which I formerly dismissed as weak. But it’s okay not to know how I feel. In fact, knowing how I feel usually means that it’s contrived. So the romantic life of mine that is or isn’t is okay. It’s all okay. And there’s a certain type of strength that comes with knowing this. That’s because, even though I’m not infallible, as far as everyone is concerned, I don’t have to prove otherwise. Which gives a strange sense of infallibility itself…
Emotions are the Pandora’s Box of our soul. But who’s to say that Pandora isn’t saving a gem for us? Let yourself. That’s what I say now. Make a stoic risk assessment, but, at the end of it all, just let yourself.
January 27, 2011
December 8, 2010
“There is a patch of sunlight on the paper tablecloth. In the patch of sunlight, a fly is dragging itself along, dazed, warming itself and rubbing its front legs against one another. I am doing to do it the favour of squashing it.
“Don’t kill it, Monsieur!” cried the Autodidact.
It bursts, its little white guts come out of its belly; I have relieved it of its existence. I say dryly to the Autodidact:
“I’ve done it a favour.”
Jean-Paul Sartre “Nausea”
December 7, 2010
“Yes, I do find them touching, but they also make me feel a little sick…they are pursing a single dream in their hearts, so sweet, so low…Soon the two of them will form just a single life, a slow, tepid life which will have no significance left at all - but they won’t notice that.”
Jean-Paul Sartre on lovers in “Nausea”
December 5, 2010
The anxiety of falling in love could not find repose except in bed.
Gabriel García Márquez “One Hundred Years of Solitude”
The best revenge is bitter sarcasm and unhappiness.
“I do not think therefore I am a moustache.”
Jean-Paul Sartre “Nausea”
December 4, 2010
Look both further and farther in the endless quest for company.