A wise man once told me, "Many things in life will catch your eye but few will catch your heart ... Pursue those."
I am taking over the Dump.
There's a long tradition in fairy tales of the lone innocent figure pitted against dark harsh forces armed only with her own optimism and shielded only by her confidence. But when it's ourselves, it's rarely entertaining. Mine has not been an overthrow of big moves. I played a smart game, a subtle game. Made good decisions. No fireworks, just good old fashioned patient calculations, year after year. Usurpers have come and gone. Rudy, the Dump's ruler for so long, has left for greener pastures leaving it undefended and ripe for the taking. So I shall. And at long last, I have won. The fairy tale is real. The Dump is mine.
Has this announcement left you reeling? Has it hit you so hard you're in shock? Like when you fall unexpectedly. You jump up, "I'm fine. It's ok. I'll carry on as normal" But you aren't and you can't. Not that this moment will necessarily change your life forever but you have discovered something and need time to digest it. It's ok. I'll wait.
Rest assured that I don't intend to make massive changes here. Is it possible to improve on perfection? Of course not. But this doesn't stop people from trying to do just that. The reason why of course is because they do not recognize perfection when they see it. They either grow so familiar with a beautiful rose that they feel it would be more interesting with different shaped petals ... or they only notice the thorns and feel somehow these must be wrong. But they are the ones who are wrong. And they can just stand there in their wrongness and be wrong and get used to it.
Thanks for pretending to care about this. I really mean it.
I am taking over the Dump.
There's a long tradition in fairy tales of the lone innocent figure pitted against dark harsh forces armed only with her own optimism and shielded only by her confidence. But when it's ourselves, it's rarely entertaining. Mine has not been an overthrow of big moves. I played a smart game, a subtle game. Made good decisions. No fireworks, just good old fashioned patient calculations, year after year. Usurpers have come and gone. Rudy, the Dump's ruler for so long, has left for greener pastures leaving it undefended and ripe for the taking. So I shall. And at long last, I have won. The fairy tale is real. The Dump is mine.
Has this announcement left you reeling? Has it hit you so hard you're in shock? Like when you fall unexpectedly. You jump up, "I'm fine. It's ok. I'll carry on as normal" But you aren't and you can't. Not that this moment will necessarily change your life forever but you have discovered something and need time to digest it. It's ok. I'll wait.
Rest assured that I don't intend to make massive changes here. Is it possible to improve on perfection? Of course not. But this doesn't stop people from trying to do just that. The reason why of course is because they do not recognize perfection when they see it. They either grow so familiar with a beautiful rose that they feel it would be more interesting with different shaped petals ... or they only notice the thorns and feel somehow these must be wrong. But they are the ones who are wrong. And they can just stand there in their wrongness and be wrong and get used to it.
Thanks for pretending to care about this. I really mean it.
