When you finally overcome the helplessness just long enough to talk to a professional about how messed up things are, and they call to cancel two hours before the appointment.
Why can't I remember? Names, faces, people, events. They're gone. There's a feeling left. Like a hole where an uprooted tree stood. Pieces of pictures are all that's left. No emotion attached to them. Did they really happen? Were they all just dreams? Is this all just a nightmare I can't wake from?
A friend of mine and I hatched an idea to create a grocery store for single people. It'd sell food in amounts that cater to being single. There'd also be cooking classes for single people. We feel packaging and portion sizes cater only to families and groups, while single people are forced to either over-eat or waste food. Though, the best part of this plan is that kids are not permitted in the store. We didn't nail down an age, but the goal is to exclude shrieking children. And their parents. A quiet place for those of us who hate kids to get single-size stuff.
When does one discover the difference between what they want to be and what they're meant to be?
A French woman, Jeanne de Clisson, became a pirate in the 1300’s for revenge after her husband was beheaded. Selling her lands to buy 3 ships, they were painted black with red sails. She caught the culprits and personally beheaded them with an axe. source
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Quandary: Buy some new furniture or buy a new forge and anvil... Damn you, decisions!
When you spend most of your life feeling like you're going to die any second, yet every day feels like an eternity.
The only thing you should be worried about is this question I'm about to ask you: Who wants a taco?
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