You know, I realised only yesterday, when I was putting a
glass of scotch and a pastry out for the little people at midnight, that my birthday
falls precisely four weeks after Halloween. Fancy not noticing that before, and
at my age too.
On similar note. I’m waiting for somebody in the Shire to ask me: ‘Do you believe in fairies?’ I have my answer ready:
‘That’s like asking me whether I believe in ghosts and whether I believe in God. There are two answers to all three. The first is “I don’t do belief.” And the second is “It’s complicated.”’
And then I’ll walk away with the sort of detached air which befits the sigma INFJ.
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