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[Oct. 7th, 2016|10:58 am] |
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When I see a depressed person now, I go: "Uh-oh, looks like somebody's depressed! You cheeky monkey! Who's a sad little pile of misery - yes you are, yes you are!"
I do that because I'm depressed a lot and it just feels like they've joined me for a moment. It's funny what things can bring people together. |
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[Oct. 7th, 2016|05:19 pm] |
It's only odd that we admire violence so much these days because we've grown up. Once upon a time, we were young and silly and carried clubs/spears/swords/knives everywhere and occasionally hit things with them and sometimes got scolded for it, but on the whole that was the most fun we've ever had. Then we got too strong and started thinking about the world and feeling empathy and being considerate, and hitting things with pointy objects got dull. But there is still that nagging feeling underneath that makes you look back wistfully to the days when you thought the world of yourself because you'd got somebody's nose bloody and know with certainty that nothing else will ever be that much fun.
So, thank you, Quentin Tarantino, for the king-size swings on the playground. |
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