Do gorillas throw shit in the wild?

My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
(Prerecorded laugh track)
why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?
(laugh track)

This rote deflection of even the faintest praise isn’t humility, but a putrid species of narcissism.

Another word for conceptual: simplistic.

Senses diminished but still delivering a convincing reality.

They consistently allowed themselves to be at their worst with each other, which when you think about it is kind of beautiful.

They didn’t know it yet, but they’d worn out their welcome before they arrived.

Drifting off to sounds of birds, or the wind, or cooking in the kitchen.

Sooner or later, one way or another, the workplace will steal your dignity.

He drove past the old house on the way to the liquor store. The familiar bay window above the porch, where she used to sit waiting when he came home. Halfway down the block he had to pull over. He couldn’t go forward, and he couldn’t go back.

Whatever; if you say so. I grew up poor and afraid. I believe you more than I believe myself.

She was eager to talk about the most fascinating person she had ever met, herself.

Like many spiritual leaders, he had a far higher asshole quotient than one would have expected from his public persona.

Whenever he spoke you would inevitably hear a faint muttered “cunt” off in the distance.

On our last Thanksgiving together my Grandfather Ezra, in his plain dark woolen coat, raised his hand and sanctimoniously asked my father to say grace. After an uncomfortably long silence I opened my eyes to see my parents tightly gripping each other’s hands as tears streamed down Dad’s face.

By Christmas Dad had retreated to the darkened guest room. I didn’t see him for eighteen months. When he finally emerged, he was bearded and gaunt, but seemed at peace. Or defeated. He was 48 years old, and looked 70. My mother had taken a job in a doctor’s office by then. After I went off to college they moved into a small apartment.

The Hangover Decades

What differentiates man from animal: vulgarity.

I suspect the only true answer to pretty much anything is maybe.