I'm sorry to rain on that parade, but that last paragraph is really glued on there. I don't disagree with the sentiment, but that exposition went straight in to a brick wall.
PS - I wasn't the one who down-modded you.
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I'm sorry to rain on that parade, but that last paragraph is really glued on there. I don't disagree with the sentiment, but that exposition went straight in to a brick wall.
PS - I wasn't the one who down-modded you.
(Pardon me, HN. I don't feel good after reading this story and I am trying to help myself a little. I know it's silly. Downote this as much as you like, it's ok, I don't mind it, I just wanted to write this. Sorry.)
I tried. I tried really hard. I really wanted to see it this way. But hey. Sorry. I can't. This is just a mockery to me. I can't stand it anymore, happy faces, banal everyday stories "what are you doing tonight? I am… blah blah!". So you are happy, you are doing fine. Great. I can't help myself. Sorry. I don't mean it, you're fine person, I am sure you are. But I hate you. (Pardon me, HN. I don't feel good after read…
He's moved on from 2009's year of negativity when the divorce seemed anything but a beautiful dance of protons: http://twitter.com/zeldman/status/1558664990 & http://twitter.com/zeldman/status/12644932699 And it was only six months ago when he said it's necessary to have been abandoned, betrayed and ridiculed and to have a "restless, broken heart" in order to succeed: http://www.zeldman.com/2009/10/22/dirty-little-se…
Pain, joy, suffering... all played out on our blogs, in our tweets and ripped to shreds in the comments by a legion of humans dealing with their own issues--all just as real, but not always in sync.
Life is grand--and it can suck.... and it's beautiful and so ugly.
Vote down... I forgive you.
I tried. I tried really hard. I really wanted to see it this way. But hey. Sorry. I can't. This is just a mockery to me. I can't stand it anymore, happy faces, banal everyday stories "what are you doing tonight? I am… blah blah!". So you are happy, you are doing fine. Great. I can't help myself. Sorry. I don't mean it, you're fine person, I am sure you are. But I hate you. (Pardon me, HN. I don't feel good after read…
Isn't that what life is, though? It seems like a suboptimal strategy to only admire/enjoy the rare and fortuitous circumstances over everyday occurrences. After all, you are going to get a lot more of one than the other.
I tried. I tried really hard. I really wanted to see it this way. But hey. Sorry. I can't. This is just a mockery to me. I can't stand it anymore, happy faces, banal everyday stories "what are you doing tonight? I am… blah blah!". So you are happy, you are doing fine. Great. I can't help myself. Sorry. I don't mean it, you're fine person, I am sure you are. But I hate you. (Pardon me, HN. I don't feel good after read…
YMMV, though, as always.
I love this bit: “Dad, there are poopy turds on the floor,” my daughter said. “I know, I’ll clean them in the morning.” “Dad, there are poopy turds on the floor.” “I’ll go clean them,” I said. it reminds me of the Louis Kahn quote: “And if you think of Brick, for instance, and you say to Brick, "What do you want Brick?" And Brick says to you "I like an Arch." And if you say to Brick "Look, arches are expensive, and I…
I tried. I tried really hard. I really wanted to see it this way. But hey. Sorry. I can't. This is just a mockery to me. I can't stand it anymore, happy faces, banal everyday stories "what are you doing tonight? I am… blah blah!". So you are happy, you are doing fine. Great. I can't help myself. Sorry. I don't mean it, you're fine person, I am sure you are. But I hate you. (Pardon me, HN. I don't feel good after read…
I tried. I tried really hard. I really wanted to see it this way. But hey. Sorry. I can't. This is just a mockery to me. I can't stand it anymore, happy faces, banal everyday stories "what are you doing tonight? I am… blah blah!". So you are happy, you are doing fine. Great. I can't help myself. Sorry. I don't mean it, you're fine person, I am sure you are. But I hate you. (Pardon me, HN. I don't feel good after read…