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“Making the decision to choose isn’t always easy.” I said, “This sounds like you’ve been thinking too much.” “We sometimes take refuge in misery, a strange kind of comfort.” Although he paused, I said nothing. He continued: “But no matter what happens in life, happiness is there for us, waiting to be embraced.” “Sir, did this come to you after three bottles of Negra Modelo, or was it four?” “It must have been three. I never drink as many as four.”
“Darn. I was looking forward to having a halo. It would make such a convenient reading lamp.”
“Dear Odd, if one’s friends do not openly laugh at him, they are not in fact his friends. How else would one learn to avoid saying those things that would elicit laughter from strangers? The mockery of friends is affectionate, and inoculates against foolishness.”
Friends will be friends…
A few people noticed me. I knew none of them well, some of them not at all.
A bodach is a mythical beast of the British Isles, a sly thing that comes down chimneys during the night to carry away naughty children.
She’s crazier than a syphilitic suicide bomber with mad-cow disease.”
Now there is a description!
When social forces press for the rejection of age-old Truth, then those who reject it will seek meaning in their own truth. These truths will rarely be Truth at all; they will be only collections of personal preferences and prejudices.
Socil pressure in the modern world?
The less depth a belief system has, the greater the fervency with which its adherents embrace it. The most vociferous, the most fanatical are those whose cobbled faith is founded on the shakiest grounds.
I was up the famous creek not only without a paddle but also without a boat.
Rubber appliances were glued to the iguanas to make them appear scarier and more like dinosaurs, but they just looked like embarrassed iguanas.
Ah, classic 50s sci-fi and fantasy movies.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m sure you’ve got a fabulously dark, twisted, and perhaps even deeply sick imagination. I’m not trying to devalue the dementedness of your imagination and do not mean to diminish your pride in it.
Darn it, the author knows me too well!
