… in the context of taking a screenshot …
… in the subcontext of micromanagement because they don’t believe that people who used to run newsrooms, departments or companies could possibly see a stupid task through to completion …
… One more fucking time …
I’m gonna show folks the real context of that word.
CIRCUMCISION.
Well. Two frogs. Let’s be clear about that from the outset.
I’ve been driving myself batshit for a week. Listing two sets of pros and cons. The list is absolutely equal.
Nothing stands out that’s great. The rest is shit soufflé vs. shit on a croissant. I wonder if the coin-flip result will simply come from my need to cut carbs.
I deserve to be blessed with choices. That’s the upshot. Unfortunately, someone’s gonna get hurt. And I am 100% aware that that person is me.
If I pick prince #1, do I murder him on sight in a week? Or if I pick prince #2, the lesser-known evil but stlll evil and maybe even more so, would I die a thousand deaths because my first pick won’t take me back?
I know life is all about choices. I just don’t see giving up a good thing unless it’s for a great thing. But nothing lasts forever. Least of all happiness.
Send prince-picking vibes today, if you’re so inclined. I want a good date this weekend.