Aspiration is hardly a new phenomenon, but TV gives it such scope with which to make its presence felt.
I am currently sitting on a plane; a few rows behind me, a woman has been talking loudly since she took her seat. She was probably talking loudly long before that. The problem is that she is terrified of flying.
Is this contrary need of mine to do something I cannot imagine anyone else doing some kind of attention –seeking behaviour?
I came here by mistake. I was as shocked by this as anyone. This was not a scheduled stop in my journey home. Not today.
I just don’t see the point of making the bed after I get up. The Sisyphean aspects of the pointless task do not worry me; such is the nature of our miserable human existence.
Are you happy with how much you weigh? If so, well done. If not, please understand that it has literally nothing to do with your worth as a human being.
I want to see galaxies smash together, and stars burn down planets. I want to see things I could have never imagined. Science Fiction has the answer.