Pathetic, isn’t it. I must be doing something right for a
change.
And it’s an odd fact that when the mind is labouring through
dark places, beset by doubt and confusion, it suffers the irresistible urge to
bombard innocent people with streams of trivial consciousness that are rational
enough in themselves, yet totally devoid of relevance to anything at all.
The Venerable Borg is currently reading Foucault’s Madness and Civilization. I would, too,
if only I could find a mind to read it with.
And I got a right slapping on YouTube last night from a sassy
young girl who looked to be about 12, judging by her profile pic. My reply was
gentle, polite and conciliatory, which it wouldn’t have been had she been a
man. Mel accused me of sexism, but I don’t think so. The creature was probably
pre-pubescent and therefore a child, not a female. Besides, aren’t 12-year-old
girls supposed to be given to uttering streams of consciousness that are
relevant enough, but not exactly rational?
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