My oldest brother, Jeff, died on New Year’s Day 2007 from complications brought on by alcoholism and moronic acquaintances. It was the bottle that bore a hole through Jeff’s stomach lining, and it was the moronic acquaintances that granted Jeff’s request not to go to the hospital – even after he had vomited more blood than is typically seen at a Saturday night UFC fight or in George W’s nightly dreams.
You complain about being single but then when someone displays any interest, you retreat immediately. You run under the covers and ask if the big scary ghost man (aka your crush) is gone. A few days later, you’ll be back to whining, “WHY AREN’T I IN A RELATIONSHIP?”
According to Nietzsche, the strong are those who discipline themselves, who train their instincts (another great move Nietzsche makes: we can train our instincts!). The strong work themselves over like a piece of art, like a sculpture, chipping away the poor instincts, strengthening the strong ones.
There’s the fantasy I’ve had about candy conventions, one I suppose many folks my age have dreamed up, too. It’s a mixture of Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory (yes, the movie and not the book) and a Simpsons episode that sees Homer and Marge attend a candy industry gathering.