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Saturday, July 31, 2004
Please Note
I’m tired of the negativity accusations. I see the world differently, and that’s all there is to it.
I like the rain. It’s just water. You walk around afraid of it, with an umbrella in your hand.
I laugh at myself on a daily basis. This is healthy, and the mark of a true cynic, not a pessimist.
I get disappointed and let down by people. I couldn’t do this unless I had some kind of hope or expectation in the first place.
You don’t understand that most of the time my humour is exaggerated and melodramatic. I’m certainly not sacrificing goats and chanting death hymns to chickenheads every night. This is your perception, this is your problem, and these are your hang-ups.
I like the rain. It’s just water. You walk around afraid of it, with an umbrella in your hand.
I laugh at myself on a daily basis. This is healthy, and the mark of a true cynic, not a pessimist.
I get disappointed and let down by people. I couldn’t do this unless I had some kind of hope or expectation in the first place.
You don’t understand that most of the time my humour is exaggerated and melodramatic. I’m certainly not sacrificing goats and chanting death hymns to chickenheads every night. This is your perception, this is your problem, and these are your hang-ups.
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