There is some guy on the lounge TVs babbling about some book he wrote that will apparently cure all your ills, find your lost ring and prove life on other planets exists. *eye roll*
What is it with us? Why do we need immediate, full & complete answers to everything, right now? Why can we not accept that sometimes there is no answer. Or if there is one, its one we won’t like. Or that, god forbid, if we want an answer we are going to have to find it our ownselves?
It seems…greedy to demand to be given all the answers. Right now! Indexed and tabbed and with a fucking bow on the top. No, I don’t wanna work for ’em! Just gimme, gimme!
I don’t know, it just caught me wrong. Irritated me that people (in general) do not want to take their own journeys, discover their own mysteries, find their own damn answers.