I don’t think a prediction that you’re making about the future can be considered as a fact in the present.
Someone should make a movie where the Olympics is happening. Then the world is struck by some sort of catastrophe and the only way we can be saved is by using all the skills of all the olympians in unison.
Until then I don’t want to hear about it.
Thinking is a doing, but not all the doing that one does.
You know those people who are eagerly ready to help others park in a tight spot. They stand on the side and signal with a rolling hand that the driver should continue to reverse. And the driver does. That’s a large amount to trust to put in a stranger. You’re letting a stranger be your eyes. You offload a certain amount of decision-making that you’d otherwise have to go through.
I want to be that person. The person who steps in when a driver is in distress, trying to get through a tough spot. Except that I would never stop signalling. And I would promptly run after the thud.
Remember, it’s the thought that counts.
I might have lied or I might have forgotten. I don’t remember which it was.
Here you are. And yet here I am, missing you.
I’m fascinated by no parking signs, both for their typographical variety and their forbidding authoritarian nature.
Today I helped an old lady cross the street. And then I stole her groceries and gave them to the poor. And then I stole babies from the poor and gave them to the rich. That’s three feel good stories in one. And now everyone is happy, except the old lady and the poor. But whatever, you can’t please everyone. I don’t care, I just made the world a better place.
Your feelings aren’t as important to me as my feelings and I don’t even know what my feelings are.
I clicked on a link that said “plot” expecting to see a graph but instead got a storyline.