Half the time, the idea to look for something strikes, and by the time the web browser is open, I find myself distracted and surfing off in some completely different other direction, only to clue in a few minutes later wondering what the fuck I was going to look for in the first place.
Side note... there was this guy I went to high school with, who had a theory that the older men got, the more grumpy and jaded they got.
Yeah! been there, done that. :)
There are plenty of causes for the cynicism that often grows in tandem with age.
The writing, flowing out at the peak of the experience; the process of its excavation, transforming matters.
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