As children, our protests availed little. As adults, the same.
One's fetishes are fascinating, but not because of their beauty or significance. The same could be said for one's genitals, or one's children.
Hope, and hopelessness, persist despite the facts.
Inconsistency has been overpraised by people who do not expect to suffer from it.
Laughing at our friends, we avenge the disappointment they have caused.
Vanity is easily duped. Ambition, not.