A weblog of romance and madness

Month: February 2018

Congratulations

I never congratulate people when they tell me that they had a baby. I mean, come on, you got married, had sex, this was bound to happen, right? That's the natural progression of things, not an achievement. Now congratulating someone on getting married, that's sensible. You actually found someone who's actually willing to to marry you! Now that's an achievement.

But congratulating for making a baby? It reminds me of the emails I receive on work anniversaries. "Congratulations on successfully completing 3 years at XYZ". Oh gee, thanks, I totally did it myself. When somebody congrats me on a work anniversary, what I imagine they actually mean is, "Congrats for not getting fired this year", or, "Yet another year and you still couldn't find a better job, SHAME ON YOU!"

To the limited edition you

You are unique. You are different. And the number of fucks anyone gives is zero.

I get why you feel like brandishing your uniqueness. You think being different puts you in the minority, which makes you feel special. You are indeed unique, different, special, limited edition, I agree, I’m too. The only problem is that everyone else is unique and different too.

Forget the round pegs and square holes stories you’ve been fed with. Stop caring about being different. Just do your thing.

I own nothing.

Not even myself. We are all borrowed sets of particles that have existed in the universe since always, to infinity.