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چرا هیچ‌کس بهم هشدار نداده بود که وقتی بزرگ شدم ممکنه تبدیل به راس گلر بشم؟

تئاتر قضیه تفنگ چخوف یک اشتباه بزرگ بود و مثل همیشه مرتکب اشتباه شدم.

As sly as a fox, as strong as an ox, as fast as a hare, as brave as a bear, as free as a bird, as neat as a word, as quiet as a mouse, as big as house, as mean as a wolf, as sharp as a tooth, as deep as a bite, as dark as the night, as sweet as a song, as right as a wrong, as long as a road, as ugly as a toad, as pretty as a picture hanging from a fixture, strong like a family, strong as I wanna be, bright as day, as light as play, as hard as nails, as grand as a whale, as warm as the sun, as silly as fun, as cool as a tree, as scary as the sea, as hot as fire, cold as ice, sweet as sugar and everything nice, as old as time, as straight as a line, as royal as a queen, as buzzed as a bee, as stealt as a tiger, smooth as a glider, pure as a melody, pure as I wanna be.

زندگی کردن بسه. هری پاتر ریواچ می‌کنم و منتظر نامه هاگوارتز می‌مونم.

از اون مدل افسرده بودن که فقط خواب حلش میکنه. مرگ موقت و ریفرش شدن مغز بعد ۸ ساعت.

هشت ساعت کفایت نمی‌کنه. یک مرگ ابدی لطفا.

از اون روزهاست که آدم باید بره تو غار، با هیچ موجود زنده‌ای ارتباط نداشته باشه و فقط برای بقا تلاش کنه.

کافیه متوجه کوچک‌ترین تغییری در رفتار اطرافیانم بشم تا کل وجودیتم و تمام کارهای کرده و نکرده و حرف‌های زده و نزده‌ام رو زیر سوال ببرم. در آخر هم به این نتیجه می‌رسم که خیر، بنده آدم مناسبی برای برقراری ارتباط نیستم و بهتره برم در یک غار دور افتاده و به ادامه بقا بپردازم.

میزان دلقک بودنم در زندگی بی حد و اندازه‌ست. گاهی اوقات فکر می‌کنم که این دیگه اوج دلقک بودنه ولی فقط کافیه یک ساعت بگذره تا بفهمم دریای دلقک بودن انتها نداره.