Kings in the Back Row

Really, almost everything boils down to a matter of time and timing.

I loathe and detest the internet here so much that when I think about it for too long, my head hurts.

Clever, clever, clever, clever, clever!

and

Wit, Wit!

"...a compulsive giver fatally bonds with a predatory taker. A kind of codependency takes hold, with lethal consequences for them both. The tree gives and gives and gives, and the boy takes; and, as he grows, he continues to take, right on through adolescence, manhood, and old age. In the course of lifelong giving, the tree relentlessly diminishes—from a gloriously alive, leaf-resplendent tree to a stump. And the taker diminishes as well, from a boy, zestfully at play in the tree, to a bent old man, resting on the stump. Giver and taker, both end up diminished, depleted, exhausted." 
                  - William May


Hahahhahahaha, funny.

The TRUE story of The Giving Tree: A Comprehensive and Metaphorical Analysis in the Psychological and Physiological Dangers of Selfless Giving

Such a great and momentous event in American history deserves one of my rare Livejournal posts at least, even if I don't have anything new or particularly insightful to say that hasn't already been said.

There is such expectation, such hope placed on this one, extraordinary young man. It's a daunting and incredible task that lies ahead of him, and I choose to believe and have faith that he can and will reshape America into what America is supposed to represent: tolerance, optimism, compassion, human rights, opportunity, and open and honest discussion about issues that sincerely try to help the people. He has already rejeuvenated an essential spirit that must exist in any society that wants to remain healthy, happy, fresh, and young: the uplifting feeling that there is possibility. His slogan of "Yes We Can" is perfect, though I know I will probably grow weary of it, as I do with most things that I start seeing and hearing everywhere.

But aside from all of that, it was a wonderful thing to see America finally take that step and elect the first African-American president to lead our country. Watching the people in the crowds all around American cities burst in cheers upon hearing of Obama's victory, some waving their hands and jumping up and down with joy, some looking solemn, many with tears in their eyes, and most wearing such wide and happy smiles; it was very moving. It felt like one of those rare, precious moments where there's such a pure gladness in the air and everyone knows how much hard it's been and how much it means now that it's here. It was a beautiful thing to see and I'll remember it.