I started liking more things on Twitter; I then started finding more things on Twitter to like. Liking things was good.
The old man has started to rant about leaving his closest family, about spending more time with his children. The children within earshot roll their eyes: they remember how he left them before.
Full disclosure: I am an incredibly angry person, but that does not mean that I hate. The two are too often conflated.
All certainty is a lie at this point. Only shouting loudly in the face of a loved one is acceptable now. It’s like deciding what to have for dinner at tea time, with a child shouting.
At this point Marvel could release a twenty minute short of a dog carrying a monkey on its back and it would be top of the box office for several months. That is for starters.
I have often taken the view that life is utterly meaningless, and I find that unshakeable.
If I know I’m about to have a tough time I like to put on a favourite t-shirt: It provides a sense of comfort.