Life is the original Kobayashi Maru. I have enough evidence to prove that no-win situations exist.
We have no business going into space if we haven’t figured out a cure for depression. Honestly, I would think that, once the cool factor wore off, existing in a boundless expanse of nothingness would only magnify feelings of insignificance, loneliness, and emptiness.
It then occurs to me that this is what CS Lewis meant when he talked about outgrowing fairy tales. Someday, Lucy, you’ll hear that a land is cursed with winter climate and your first thought won’t be “How awful that must be!” but rather, “How cold does it get?”
No one thinks you’re funny when you’re depressed.
Just because I believe in something doesn’t mean I believe that it’s good.
I’m just not so sure about a God who is just as generous with inexplicable death as he is with parking spots.
I mean, what exactly is the point in praying for her food when her dad died six days before she was born from something the top cardiothoracic surgeons in the state explained by saying “I don’t know why this happened.”
“Running in the morning is a good way to ensure that your day doesn’t get any worse.” And even though I saw it on Twitter, I hope there is some scientific truth to this meme as I set my alarm for 5 AM and set my running shoes by the door.
I don’t know how to cook for one. I make too much of everything and end up with leftovers that I won’t eat.
So… Apparently, “In the same way that everyone else does” is not the right thing to say when the doctor asks if you ever think about hurting yourself.