Random Depressing Thoughts

The only thing worse than being laughed at during sex is being laughed at instead of sex.

If I feel I’m not up to a task, I’ll break it into smaller tasks and then explain why I can’t do each of those.

I fear that, when I finally manage to start my own business, people won’t be buying halberds anymore.

When I’m confronted with a seemingly impossible task, I step back from it, take a deep breath, let it out slowly and then go home sick.

I resolve to alleviate my fear of dying alone by making sure I don’t ever die.

I don’t mind failing at something as long as no one notices and gives me a cruel nickname like “Captain Failure” or “Failie McFail” or “Fail Dunaway”. I don’t mind “Dr. Fail” because that implies I have a PhD.

I fear that, when I finally show people the real me, they will demand the fake me back.

Chin up!  Yes, the future is cold and bleak and pointless but that hasn’t kept anyone from moving to Minnesota.

I’ve disappointed nearly everyone I’ve ever loved but I’m going to make it up to them: With free halberds!

I don’t dread growing old because it is like drinking a fine aged wine: The kind that makes you angry for no reason, messes with your memory and makes you fall down a lot.

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      1. Did I tell you in my current tale I have two young rats, Dwyane and Bean Sprout (named after the great Bean Sprout famine) kidnapped by a tortoise in a hot air balloon 🎈

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  1. Sorry to disappoint you, but growing old is NOT like drinking fine aged wine. I’d tell you what it’s really like, but today I celebrated my 87th birthday, and after I finish drinking my 87th bottle of beer, I’m going to try to stagger off to bed, grateful that it’s not my 88th birthday.

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