Anxious people
This article is all about idiots and the place they live in, but in some senses this is about hope, forgiveness, cigarettes and little quirks about the idiots.
Adult life especially parenthood is very hard task indeed the most important duties we may face as life goes on. Or it is in other way around the life itself is very difficult matter to handle in a long span of life like 80 or 90 years.
Or it can be like very simple thing such as waking up with the breakfast served by your lovely granny and reading novels whole day and lite up cigarettes after you finished the novel about idiots and heartwarming sides of the stockholmers and writing about them in rainy evening of late july. But who know what life holds for this lazy mf.
Every once in a while you read novel or other kind of non-fiction just in order to hone your mindset about life and it helps. The key takeaway from this experience is you can’t just live passive life like 9–6 and sleeping right afterwards after few slips of beer or water(water I mean literally water that 21 year old adults drink every night).
Also the quirk about reading story about people which doesn’t exist in a real world is that you can feel you are human being after being sympathetic about them and living a life they lived in the fictional world. The wisdom from this is that every one lives through the bridge which may help us to jump right into deep river that flows beneath us or the type of bridge that connects totally different people through idiotic hostage drama. The kind of lovely, poignant, hope evoking and humorous hostage drama about nine idiots. The hostage drama I have read it with the person who read it before me and made a companion to me by handing her book and underlining the words that touched her heart. In this way we read, laugh and felt the characters life together. I don’t think giving the book you read which you underlined the phrases is good idea since I felt like I read part of herself. She may showed me the vulnerable side of her by this gesture.
Love is not living with the pretty damn idiot for a long time, love is the living with the total idiot who makes you laugh all the time in the boring day-to-day life for a 60 year of marriage. Love is arguing all the time about their little stupid birds or putting up all the stupid little things they pull. Love is telling the jokes your wife tells all time to other people and laughing while thinking of her.Love is all you need while passing through the 80 meter long bridge with the idiot who holds your hand as you see other side.
