Syntax McLawdog
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...The pangs of despised love, the Law?s delay,
The insolence of Office and the Spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his Quietus make
With a bare Bodkin? who would Fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered Country from whose bourn
No Traveler returns, Puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus Conscience does make Cowards of us all;
And thus the Native hue of Resolution
Is sicklied o?er with the pale cast of Thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their Currents turn awry,
And lose the name of Action. Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy Orisons
Be all my sins remembered.
The insolence of Office and the Spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his Quietus make
With a bare Bodkin? who would Fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered Country from whose bourn
No Traveler returns, Puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus Conscience does make Cowards of us all;
And thus the Native hue of Resolution
Is sicklied o?er with the pale cast of Thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their Currents turn awry,
And lose the name of Action. Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy Orisons
Be all my sins remembered.
Most days, i try my best to stay positive--out there, in the wilderness. Most days, it's the only way to survive: to believe that you will survive. We wear these silly blue shirts, as if that will protect us from this or that. But we keep our chins up, in the wilderness. There isn't much else for choice.
But some mornings, i don't see much point in leaving the cave. What am i trying to prove, and to whom? That i can raise a son as equally belligerent and drunk as myself? That, perhaps one day, his children's children might carry my pointless baggage just like i did? Is that the kind of thing that makes most people feel better, knowing they dropped a huge steamer on the future by way of their own ignorance?
Like i said, most days, i try to stay positive. For those other days, days like yesterday, for when the sky truly seems like it's falling, i hope you'll come hide in here with me.
I don't want to hear excuses, because there aren't any good enough. Last night was a crime against humanity. Sure, Joffrey telling it like it is was nice, but how much "nice to be nice" am i supposed to tolerate? How much, before all the saccharine class acts and candy-coated explanations give me diabetes?
The sky is falling.
