LIFE IS SUCH AN ON GOING GAME!
It just has to be, but, still I must ask, "IS LIFE REALLY WORTH LIVING TODAY?"
What with this (Wrestler in US 'murder-suicide') and that (Brazil offers morning-after pill to poor), sometimes one cannot fail to wonder - and Benoit strangled wife, smothered son.
That was back then. Right now, the headlines are screaming/reading Utah town questions mine safety, Iraq corruption whistleblowers face penalties, China mine rescue to last months?, Northern Illinois braces for more rain, Fires kill at least 44 across Greece,
[….I read on past the second paragraph of this interview and I was suddenly appalled. The encounter had taken place about five years ago and obviously it had depressed him deeply, perhaps permanently. The picture he painted of me was of a desperately unhappy and self-questioning paranoid sad-sack. After that it got less funny. It seemed that I not only had to fight back tears as I choked out my defensive answers, but that I started to bleed spontaneously from the scalp.
Across the years I think I can dimly remember that when he rang my doorbell upon arrival I brained myself as usual against the sloping roof of my study but it could well have been the result of one of those occasions when I open the refrigerator door to get out the butter that I'm not supposed to have, drop it on the floor, and then stand up suddenly without having remembered that the door is open. Well-adjusted people don't do that sort of thing even once.
No wonder I had forgotten ever reading the interview, let alone giving it. It was a wonder that I hadn't gone somewhere shortly afterwards to lie down in a bus-lane. Unfortunately for me, reading the piece now, I can see that my disappointed young admirer quoted me accurately and that every impression he reported was soundly based. I'd like to think that he caught me on a bad day but I'm afraid that he caught me on a typical one. If that's the way you come over, that's the way you are, and as I speak to you now I am consumed with this latest reinforcement of a recurring notion, the suspicion that I don't spend even a tenth enough time recording the fact that I actually do enjoy those features of existence that don't drive me to mumbling pessimism.
No strings attached
And so I ought to enjoy them. I'm well aware that I'm a lucky man leading a lucky life, at a lucky time in history blessed with the presence of penicillin, painless dentistry and Team America on DVD. I do feel gratitude and I ought to show it. But somehow I lack the knack for that. If young Johann is correct, even my jokes drip acid rain. It can't go on like this, or the carbon emissions from my personality will cause the wheels of baby carriages to rust in the street. So let me promise that from this moment I will try to generate the capacity for saying positive things about those few facets, wait a second, about those many facets of the world that should be celebrated out loud, on the spot and at the time, if only on behalf of the young. …]
THAT’S IT, JUST WHAT I NEEDED TO HEAR – LET’S ALL TRY TO MAKE THE CHILDREN HAPPY SO THAT THE FUTURE CAN BE BRIGHT FOR US ALL.
Thank God, too for such beauty as these wondrous sights, even though some are bitter-sweet or may really be sweet and sour in their awesomeness:
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