Do you ever get the feeling that events, things and people are all out to get you? That life is just a bit rubbish and it's much worse for you than anyone else. Well, tough. Who gives a monkeys? Nobody. And the reason is, it's not all about you, me or anyone else. Things are just the way they are. I am sorry this is slightly incoherent, but I haven't really had the time to work out exactly what it is I wanted to say, other than a day, a week, a month can, in some situations, seem like a lifetime, but a lifetime is just a flash and then it's gone.
If you get the chance to break away from blubbing into your beer, look up at the stars. Just remember all that stuff about how the light from some of them started its journey to earth before Christopher Columbus set off to grab a bit of territory on the other side of the Atlantic - and he's been dead ages. What I'm sort of vaguely bumbling my way towards is that you must try not to worry about stuff that in time won't really matter much. Oh, and by the way - you are a piece of insignficant crap.
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