There is this bumpsticker that never fails to decrease my mood by 25% as soon as I see it.
It says, "Everyday is a good day."
Really? Everyday? The day you got raped? The day your mother died? The day you finally shuffle off this mortal coil? Those were all good days?
Fuck you.
It says, "Everyday is a good day."
Really? Everyday? The day you got raped? The day your mother died? The day you finally shuffle off this mortal coil? Those were all good days?
Fuck you.
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For both the honesty and the optimism - without the acknowledgment of her pain, she would have felt alone in the world. Without the promise that the first twenty years would eventually end and life would improved, she might have done the unthinkable. (Catholic, or not.)
I don't understand people who don't love teaching... but then, I *loved* learning. It was something to lose myself inside, and avoid the rest of the world. (Along with reading.)