Play It as It Lays

by Joan Didion

From my mother I inherited my looks and a tendency to migraine. From my father I inherited an optimism which did not leave me until recently.

“I am just very very very tired of listening to you all.”

relatable

work is the best medicine for things wrong in the private-life department.

this is awful advice

“Why do you say those things. Why do you fight.” He would sit on the bed and put his head in his hands. “To find out if you’re alive.”

Fuck it, I said to Helene. Fuck it, I said to them all, a radical surgeon of my own life. Never discuss. Cut. In that way I resemble the only man in Los Angeles County who does clean work.

interesting