Andrew asked me, “How do you not get depressed watching this all the time?” I was watching Bones.
I recently got called a ‘bitch.’ Why? Why did I get called a Bitch? Because I dared to challenge a man who was talking shit about someone.
“When your efforts are not directed at a cause or a purpose, how will you know what to do day in and day out? How will you know what to say no to and what to say yes to? How will you know when you’ve had enough, when you’ve reached your goal, when you’ve gotten off track, if you’ve never defined what those things are? The answer is that you cannot. And so you are driven into failure – or worse, into madness by the oblivion of directionlessness.” – The Daily Stoic
We all wear masks,
some with makeup
some with smiles
Let me tell you the story of this sweater dress.
In the Winter I start to feel a bit like Snow White. Not all stunning, sleepy, and singing, but dark haired and getting paler by the second.
I recently binged the Chronicles of Riddick Trilogy.
“The human animal, like others, is adapted to a certain amount of struggle for life, and when by means of great wealth homosapiens can gratify all his whims without effort, the mere absence of effort from his life removes an essential ingredient of happiness.” – Bertrand Russell
I just don’t.
Baby Girl. Ugh, we’ve been trying to get her to go poo on the toilet. Which is a lot harder than it sounds. She holds onto it. She will go first thing in the morning before we get her diaper off, or hold it all day and go at night once the diaper is back on. No budging what so ever. So after giving up that struggle, we have bought a little bag of chocolate and reward her with a treat when she goes poo on the toilet.
Now she holds it and only goes a little bit at a time. Getting thrice the number of treats. She’s a scammer that one. She’s way smarter than us.