The problem with every story is you tell it after the fact.
Doesn't reincarnation strike you as just another form of procrastination?
I'm always identifying some fallacy in my own life. I'm sort of making fun of myself by exploring and unpacking just why I'm sort of automatically thrown to be a certain way.
Someone bent on suicide won't have much sense of humor left.
To some of us, the nights are too long. To some, the days.
A male chauvinist pig isn't born, he's made, and more and more of them are being made by women.