As introduced here, these Warm Recollections are random cullings from thirty years of notes files…
The camaraderie of early parenthood: seeing another exhausted young father or mother dealing with a wailing, on-the-war-path toddler — and knowing you’re both deep in the jungle of a war, one those back at home will never understand.
I don’t really want an exciting fusion of cultures, international synergy in a bowl. I just want some frickin’ lunch.
Being depressed and enraged at one’s own weaknesses is the weakness speaking, not strength.
Your memory of a thing can be real, even if the thing itself wasn’t. It’s a real memory.
Horror movies are anxiety dreams. There’s always a prior warning: don’t go into the woods, don’t live in that house, don’t read that old book aloud. And someone realizes something’s going on, well before everyone else, and yet is ignored — notably in zombie movies: that’s the anxiety talking. [This is possibly why people prone to anxiety don’t enjoy horror movies: they’ve already got this shit in their heads].
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Spot on! I can't watch horror movies! LOL
Another great installment, and that last one finally explains why my wife can't stand horror movies.