“My suicide note will definitely mention the time the lady sitting next to me used her finger to spread mayo on her ham sandwich.” – Tim Heidecker
This made me laugh so hard this morning. I think it’s brilliant and there should be a whole series of these. If anything is worth being a “trending” topic, it’s the horrible shit you think should appear in your suicide note to justify your own death. :)
When I was young, perhaps seven or eight years old, there would be a young guy who would occasionally call our number (37369!) and talk to my mother. My mother told me that he was lonely and just wanted to chat a bit. I guess that nowadays people who feel that lonely will go online to chat, but back then the options were limited. Thinking back to that over the years, I can’t help but feel incredible sympathy for people that lonely.
Last night as I drifted off to sleep I was reminiscing about my time living along the Da Costakade in what was such an idyllic little apartment. Much was wrong with it — narrow staircases, not so much storage space and it could get awfully warm — but it did so much more right that I really miss that place. Especially laying on the sofa in the summer, next to the open window, reading a book, listening to the people at L’Affiche downstairs. That apartment was quite delightful and I miss it a lot.
I’ve noticed that the more earnestly someone asks me how I am doing the more uncomfortable I get in answering. I don’t know why that happens but I suspect it’s because the more earnest they are in their asking, the more earnest I feel I need to be in my answering.