Intellectually I understand my possibilities and my intrinsic goodness, but still there's something that tells me that perfection is the only acceptable possibility and anything short of that is failing. Of course I understand intellectually, that perfection in this life is impossible, and that we should be happy if we're progressing, but somehow my mind and heart are not communicating very well. It's complex, it's confusing, like the world. I see more and more good people, I see more and more bad people. I don't know.
Ignorance is bliss.
I wish I were ignorant again. That's all anyone ever wants to talk about. He was only here for two minutes and he said nothing the whole time. Ask me about politics. Okay, what about politics.