brown dress with white dots
"It's hard convincing yourself that where you are at the moment is your home, and it's not always where your heart is. Sometimes I win and sometimes not."
-- Jonathan Carroll
Having lived half a century you would think one would have adjusted to it by now, but for some ridiculous reason I am forever bothered by the change to or from Daylight Savings Time. I know, it’s only an hour one way or the other and always falls conveniently on a Sunday when most people have nothing to do. But it still discombobulates me for a few days after it’s happened. I’ll look at the clock and some strident voice inside says, “It’s THAT late?” or “I have a whole hour to kill before I go? I thought it was time.” The sky is too bright for that time of evening, or too dark for that time of morning. Small annoyances, like having no hat when it starts to rain, no milk for the coffee, the car alarm out on the street that doesn’t stop screaming even after minutes, the extra hour or the lost hour that you thought belonged to you but doesn’t.
— Jonathan Carroll
To his great surprise and delight at a late age he fell madly in love with his life. But too late. It had waited so long for him to wake up and see its value that by the time he did, it had given up on him. Long before he realized its greatness, it had moved on.
— Jonathan Carroll
Melania Bresica
 Jo Froehner
One of the great small pleasures in life is getting something for free. A free ride, a free meal, a free sample of something cool or expensive, a free day off from school, a free tip from an expert. On the other hand, many people resent others who have been given free gifts from God, the Fates, or whatever is in charge. I’m talking about the resentment felt towards gorgeous fashion models, naturally gifted musicians, athletes, artists, or intellects. We look at those exquisite faces or innate talents and think they didn’t *do* anything to get it. They didn’t work for it, discover it, or develop it— it just happened to be in their chemical makeup from the beginning, like long eyelashes. Yet it allows them a free pass to a world, a special elite, that I’ll never know or experience. How come them and not me? It’s so unfair. Yet if I’m an innately good dancer, or win millions in a contest that costs nothing to enter, do I ask why me and not them? Do I question the unfairness of my new bank account? Rarely.
— Jonathan Carroll
Mark Roper
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