a glimpse into cryptic thought of the reticence
Pretend ice cream stores gave away free milkshakes. But you had to buy a straw to drink them. But that’s okay, because you still get free milkshakes. One day you’re drinking a free milkshake and you look down and the guy that sold you the straw is pinching it almost shut. You can still get your milkshake, but it’s really hard and takes a lot longer. So you say, “Hey! Stop that!” And the straw guy says, “NO! Not until the ice cream store pays me money.” And you say, “But I already paid you money for the straw.” And the straw guy says, “I don’t care. I just want more money.”
Whatever happened to, “Hey, I have some apples. Would you like to buy them?” “Yes, thank you.” That’s as complicated as it should be to open a business in this country.
No one is either perfectly good or perfectly evil. People occupy a space right on each side of the line. And sometimes, without knowing it, you switch sides.
When you fantasize about something that much, I don’t think it makes a difference.
And it had happened in Irvine, no less — the county’s model, master-planned city — inviting people to contemplate the ugliness that seethed behind closed doors in places that overpromised order and niceness and green.
You can’t really know what it is to want things until you’re at least 30. And then, with each passing year, it gets bigger because the want is more and the possibility is less. Like how each passing year of your life seems faster because it’s a smaller portion of your total life.
Well, it kind of has to be your passion when you spent your whole life saying it’s all you ever wanted to do, and your parents spent a shitload of money on music school and I couldn’t even quit if I wanted to.
Also, Feel-good indie movies.
I have a friend who controls her own image online with an iron fist; she hates encountering pictures of herself taken without consent. She often scrolls through Instagram and Facebook untagging every candid image, like a burglar wiping off fingerprints. I used to think this was a bizarre eccentricity, but after living in the world of selfies for a while, I understand it.
People in your own time might not see it that way. They will call you narcissistic for giving birth to hundreds, maybe thousands, of fractured little selves. They will wonder why you need so much confirmation, so much attention, so much visibility. They will experience your face as an assault. Pay them no mind. Your selfie has already ventured off to the future, where all of us are dead.
We like socio-technical systems of reputation because they empower us in so many ways. People can achieve a level of fame and notoriety much more easily on the Internet.
There’s a guy in this coffee shop sitting at a table, not on his phone, not on a laptop, just drinking coffee, like a psychopath.
When you get answers that don’t fit together, it can make you feel like you’re not very good at thinking. Or, if you’re the kind of person who feels like you’re good at thinking, it can make you think that the space doctor’s numbers must be wrong. But a lot of the time it’s not you or the numbers—instead, it’s the picture that’s wrong in some small way.
It’s only once you’ve stopped that you realize how hard it is to start again, so you force yourself not to want it.
Every day it gets a little easier. But you have to do it every day. That’s the hard part. But it does get easier.
I believe this is important because people like stability and assurance with what they are downloading. By adding consistency to a reasonable file-size, we have filled a spot in the community, which seemingly has a lot of demand.
I’m an insomniac. You’d be surprised what I get into late at night.
Always make sure you’ve got time for somebody’s heart. That’s the key to life.
When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, ‘Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.’
It’s not the job of someone who’s potentially scared/intimidated by someone else to approach that person to see if they are in fact scary/intimidating.
Aliide Truu: I don’t have a phone.
Zara: Why not?
Aliide Truu: I don’t have anyone to call.
Zara: What if somebody wants to call you? Are you lonely?
Aliide Truu: I’ve always been alone.
I haven’t ever really found a place that I call home. I never stick around quite long enough to make it.
I used to think about one day, just not telling anyone, and going off to some random place. And I’d just disappear. And they’d never see me again.
When you’ve given everything, what do you have left?