Common consensus is as consensual as common sense is sensible, yet both set as hard as concrete. Neither has any basis in reality.
I didn’t mention to her my paralysing fear of talking to people; she wouldn’t have understood me.
Having been brought up on mild, cornflour-based sauces, and freezer vegetables, I can always get a meal I enjoy. My partner, not so much: She seeks out things with claims of actual Chinese heritage.
How many times does a lie have to be told for us to start believing that it may contain some degree of truth?
I am not going to sit here in my ivory tower of intellectual detachment and tell people to “get over it”. Do not get over it. You will never get over it.
Is it a bad thing that I am participating in this process, even though I now know that I realistically do not want the job, even if offered it?
The anger of the extremes – the most certain in the least tenable of views – are the ones who have put us in this position. I am sick of them.