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I could sit here and complain about how I’m single because oh, Christ, how I can get good at doing that.
There’s a couple of drunken nights I can recall in the long stretch of time I’ve been single or ‘unable to introduce a plus one at cocktail parties.’ Nights where I swig wine out of the…
of:
people who don’t call you, the t-shirt from the ex, the insecurities about the way you dance, or sing, the shoes you’ve had in your closet for 6 years and are so raggedy but they still fit, that nagging feeling you’ll die alone.
that one time somebody called you ugly, that one time you got…
Jack: Is that clever?
Algy: It is perfectly phrased! And quite as true as any observation in life should be.
Jack: I am sick of cleverness. Everyone is clever nowadays. You can't go anywhere without meeting clever people. The thing has become an absolute public nuisance. I wish to goodness we had a few fools left.
Algy: We have.
Jack: I should extremely like to meet them. What do they talk about?
Algy: The fools? Oh! About the clever people of course.
Jack: What fools
I have a particular affinity for the first line. I have no qualms about becoming like my mother. In fact, I kind of look forward to it as my mother is a Baller Shot Caller (aka an amazing woman who has raised 4 wonderful children and has learned to grow with them while leading them). But what about my dad...
Today I am happy because I don’t have a reason not to be.
This is what I tell myself on normal day. When amazing things happen, life is good. But what happens when you have a day that is nothing more than average, normal, nothing special, just ok? You get happy. There’s no reason not to be! Life is still good.

