For some reason, when I run into the kindred phenomenon for my crud, I keep thinking of some (pardon the goofiness of the visuals) Paul Simon lyrics (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NKcse3kCBso):
It was in the early morning hours When I fell into a phone call. Believing I had supernatural powers I slammed into a brick wall, I said hey, is this my problem?, Is this my fault?, If that's the way it's going to be I'm going to call the whole thing to a halt
That delightfully weary aggrieved way he says "Is this my problem? Is this my fault?" captures so much of the experience.
Maybe the oppressed of the world need a group deal on self-heating branding irons that say BRANDED BY A SUBJECT, NOT AN OBJECT.
Oh my god, extra buckets of win to you for the Paul Simon quote, especially off of Graceland. I do think you chose the wrong song.
Slip sliding away, slip sliding away. You know, the closer your destination the more your slip sliding away.
I know a woman, became a wife These are the very words she uses to describe her life. She said, "A good day Ain't got no rain," She said, "A bad day I sit in bed, And think of things that might have been."
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It was in the early morning hours
When I fell into a phone call.
Believing I had supernatural powers
I slammed into a brick wall,
I said hey, is this my problem?,
Is this my fault?,
If that's the way it's going to be
I'm going to call the whole thing to a halt
That delightfully weary aggrieved way he says "Is this my problem? Is this my fault?" captures so much of the experience.
Maybe the oppressed of the world need a group deal on self-heating branding irons that say BRANDED BY A SUBJECT, NOT AN OBJECT.
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