Somewhere in the drift and litter of my life out-takes there are possible kernels of advice:
Forgiving tit-for-tat is fine, but know that much in life is a once-played game.
A man in a tie is never afraid to waste your time.
Get on the right side of compound interest and stay there.
Make your happiness non-contingent on assholes.
There are no men with beards waving promises and making threats in the clouds, but they are numberless on earth.
Time is the Great Puppeteer.
I have a sense of how I am like everyone else in history who tumbles to the fact that it’s all a game and still somehow toils, loses, loves.
You almost find a unity in the shared lack of purpose.
I’ve decided the only thing to do is laugh.