Probably I, Like A Lot Of People,

The Big Occurrences In Life, The Serious Ones, Have For Me Always Been Nearly Impossible To Recognize Because They Never Feel Big Or Serious. In The Moment, You Have To Pee, Your Arm Itches, Or What People Are Saying Strikes You As Melodramatic Or Sentimental, And It's Hard Not To Smirk. You Have A Sense Of What This Type Of Situation Should Be Like - For One Thing, All-consuming - And This Isn't It. But Then You Look Back, And It Was That; It Did Happen.

I Think In General, Novels By Men Tend To Be Taken More Seriously Than Novels By Women.

At That Time In My Life, No Conclusion Was A Bad Conclusion. Something Ended, And You Stopped Wishing And Worrying. You Could Consider Your Mistakes, And You Might Be Embarrassed By Them, But The Box Was Sealed, The Door Was Shut, You Were No Longer Immersed In The Confusing Middle.

And This Is How I Know That It's All Just Words, Words, Words - That Fundamentally, They Make No Difference... Our Relationship, For As Long As Things Were Good, And In That Moment When They Could Have Been Good Again, Was About The Irrelevance Of Words. You Feel What You Feel, You Act As You Act, Who In The History Of The World Has Ever Been Convinced By A Well-reasoned Argument?

I Feel Like A Lot Of Life Is Distasteful And Embarrassing. And You Just Push Through It. You Fix What You Can, And You Let Time Pass.