The Value In The Solid Irish Goodbye
Ah, the Irish goodbye. In polite society it’s wrong, but I reject that notion.
Ah, the Irish goodbye. In polite society it’s wrong, but I reject that notion.
I have this strange theory that every seven years we become new versions of ourselves. It’s unsupported by any actual scientific data, but I enjoy entertaining this idea.
I wanted our friendship to heal because I wasn’t ready to let it go. We fell out of friendship, despite being family.
Sadly, there’s no way to bridge the gap between fantasy and reality. When you build unrealistic expectations, there’s no logical way to make sense of it.
Nobody wants this to be part of our new normal, but until laws are created to actively protect students and keep assault rifles away from civilians it will keep happening. We fall victim to the same cycle even though we know the way to break it.
It’s a lot like watching a catastrophic car crash but losing all of your senses, rendering you useless while feeling helpless.
Truth is, you could’ve tried harder. I don’t think it’s an unreasonable request coming from someone who shares half your DNA.
It always seems impossible, until it’s not.
For a comic, the epitome of success used to be landing an HBO special. But that has since changed as Netflix has become the Mecca for comedy.
Perfection can’t be defined because it’s abstract feeling.