When we sat down to eat I took inventory of the people in the room, and the remnants of my good mood evaporated when I realized how very little I had in common with them โ the career dads, the responsible and diligent moms โ and I was soon filled with dread and loneliness. I locked in on the smug feeling of superiority that married couples give off and that permeated the air โ the shared assumptions, the sweet and contented apathy, it all lingered everywhere โ despite the absence in the room of anyone single at which to aim this.
Bret Easton EllisA child should never even think about being a "good son." A parent decides that fate for the child. The parent encourages that. Not the child himself. And the "perfect dad"? I shudder at thinking what that may be.
Bret Easton EllisBut this road doesn't go anywhere,โ I told him. โThat doesn't matter.โ โWhat does?โ I asked, after a little while. โJust that we're on it, dude,โ he said.
Bret Easton EllisPeople just... disappear," he says. "The Earth just opens up and swallows people," I say, some what sadly, checking my Rolex. "Eerie." Kimball yawns, stretching. "Really eerie." "Ominous." I nod my agreement. "It's just"- he sights, exasperated- "futile.
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