False hope is the bread - and - butter of my existence, the only thing that keeps me going.

Authority is permission to spew platitudes to people below you.

People never realize how much work impacts there self esteem and sense of purpose until they leave a job.

It's nice to have one worry marched to the wings and forcefully thrown into the alleyway.

If you have any doubt that time is relative, try stretching fifteen minutes' worth of input of over four hours cubicle-cell time with an ultra-slow internet connection and frequent visits from supervisors.

I wonder what the difference is between love and lust.

People might gain insight the longer they live, but things never get easy. There will always be challenges and miscommunications and the temptation to eat greasy, bowel clogging fried food, and take others for granted. The secret is to keep moving and try to see people yo love for what they are: flawed, beautiful and as confused as you.