Somewhere along the way, I got tired. Because let’s face it, it’s exhausting to always be on your guard, to perform regular self-checks monitoring your behavior and appearance. To be constantly aware of your surroundings. To live constantly on the defensive.
The formula of Suffering + Time = Irony has ruled my life more constantly and consistently than any other, including the basic laws of physics. Even as the realization of impending doom is dawning on me, part of my brain has already begun to narrate the unfolding event for posterity.