Dear God
It really has been a very hard year.
Now, you give the world Donald Trump … and take Leonard Cohen in the same week? Things are getting out of hand.
Please, may we discuss?
Yours sincerely
like-minded mere mortals
Dear God
It really has been a very hard year.
Now, you give the world Donald Trump … and take Leonard Cohen in the same week? Things are getting out of hand.
Please, may we discuss?
Yours sincerely
like-minded mere mortals
Remember Jack Nicholson in “As Good as it Gets” asking the doctor how he (the doctor) could diagnose him (Nicholson) as obsessive compulsive and then blame him for storming into the doctor’s office?
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Promoting a healthy lifestyle has become very popular, and on the surface, it seems all good.
But as they say: eat healthy, stay fit and die anyway.
Even cancer is now called a “lifestyle disease” although anyone seems to get it – especially those genetically prone to it.
Yet, I’ve never heard anyone make a “healthy lifestyle” comment to the face of a cancer patient.
Despite campaigns to lessen the stigma surrounding mental health, the entire system – and everyone in it – has one bloody long way to go – not just in losing the stigma, but also in reaching effective treatment.
A man travelled an arduous journey over many years. He carried a great load and often dragged his heavy shoes on the dusty surface of the road. Sometimes he kicked at stones in frustration.
Recently a young friend started his valedictory speech with these words: “When you embark for strange places don’t leave any of yourself safely on the shore. Have the nerve to go into unexplored territory.” Alan Alda.
Far be it from me to insult the great Elizabeth Barrett Browning but I remain perplexed as to why, why, why companies ever chose to torture us with the mini USB. I should add it is, in fact, the micro USB that is the truest source of my frustration. At the time of writing “mini” just worked better.
I’ve always imagined if I were to win the lottery – an aleatory event which unfortunately requires the prior purchase of a ticket – I would be a volunteer.
Apparently “Funeral Blues” (Stop all the Clocks) by W.H. Auden was originally written as satire. Then came “Four Weddings and a Funeral” and the poem’s popularity soared.