Chris

Missing my own bed

The school trip is an experience that is almost entirely a mystery to me. My mother’s over-protective tendencies, combined with our families financial restrictions, meant that any trip that had any perceived physical risk, would go out of the city and/or last longer than an afternoon was not for me. I have a clear memoryContinue reading “Missing my own bed”

Putting on your fancy clothes

There’s a scene in the movie “Step Brothers” where Will Farrell’s character decides that he needs to be a grownup, not a 36-year-old man-child, and he asks his therapist for help (I’d put a video clip of it here but I couldn’t find one so you’ll have to make do with a text quote): “…andContinue reading “Putting on your fancy clothes”

It’s not about the facts, jack.

Logic. Reason. The triumph of the intellect over emotion. What a fanciful dream I have held to, where I assumed the majority of humanity are relying on rational evaluation to chart out the course of their lives. Fanciful, and woefully inaccurate. It’s a positively Victorian perspective, to think of the mind as the ruler ofContinue reading “It’s not about the facts, jack.”