the unbearable lightness of being
the unbearable lightness of being
As a young teen, I used to love to entertain the thought that my watching the game on TV would somehow alter the trajectory and the outcome of the score. If my watching the game is irrelevant, what’s the point of paying attention?
It’s narcissistic egocentrism, but hey for parallel universes and Heisenberg pop science
you can get tired of whimsical hot babes. Friends and family, though.
Edit: ok, you can get tired of them, too.