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Previous life goal: (still in progress)
"Raise the quality of 'love' that people are willing to accept."
New life goal: (in tandem)
"Enable as many people as possible to enjoy being themselves."
Ever since I saw Bicentennial Man I've loved finding excuses to refer to women as "Miss [name]."
On at least one occasion it's been "Miss [Nickname]"
But I don't do it unless I *really* like someone.
Where on Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs do you put "My 30 year old sister just called me because she couldn't sleep. SO I read to her for twenty minutes."
You don't "deserve" love.
Nobody "deserves" love.
No amount of [TRAIT] and no matter how [ADJECTIVE] you are will compel anyone to love you. Some people will value you and act like it.
Some people will value you and NOT act like it.
Some people will not value you.
That's in them.
The only things I *actually want* are time, affection, and connection.
If I'm getting those regularly, I'm already in heaven and my birthday isn't special.
If I'm *not* getting those regularly, getting them as a birthday social obligation feels forced and gross.
People keep acting like they gotta "justify" their feelings.
Like feelings need "permission."
No, babe, ACTIONS need permissions.
Feelings tell you who you are.
You don't gotta justify who you are.
You gotta figure where [who you are] makes the world better.
And GO THERE.
It has come to my attention that I am uniquely suited to being the weird mystic that lives in a small cottage on the edge of a rich man's property.
Unfortunately I would be unhappy unless I also had a wife.
Or at least a cat.
I believe that wanting a soft, warm, feminine presence that is only content when they are occupying at least one of your arms is the Platonic form of masculine yearning.
Canary retweeted
Tell someone what you appreciate while you have the chance. Specific gratitude—“you listened without judging”—helps people know what mattered.
Broke (and crass): I gotta take a shit
Bespoke (and genteel): Pardon me, I must suffer some indignities of the flesh.
Because "dividends" aren't "interest"
Stocks pay dividends (maybe), but most of the value in stocks lies in believing you can sell them for more than you bought them for, like with real estate.
This scales with inflation.
> be named Clive Staples
> write prolifically
> be friends with the guy who wrote Lord of the Rings
> publicly praise his book
> he dunks on you for putting Merlin in a Sci-Fi story
> (everybody forgets about Merlin)
> Put Santa in a story for children
> get dunked again













