I think I visit your page so often and read through all of the posts because I want to have some magical revelation that’ll grow me up through your words. It’ll make the world all fluffy and nice again, and my problems will go away.
But that’s not the point, is it? The point is, the world ISN’T all fluffy and nice, and if I can get used to that, and even take solace in it, then I’ll be alright, even when everything’s fucked three ways from Sunday. That’s what you’re trying to say, isn’t it?