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“How was I not clear? What part of, ‘run the fucking story’ did you misunderstand?”
Thirteen Kinds of Hope by Lemony Snicket
There are, also, thirteen types of hope, also described here chronologically:
1) “I hope that my alarm clock went off accidentally in the middle of the night and so it’s not dawn.”
2) “I hope that the quiet camaraderie of breakfast extends throughout the planet.”
3) “I hope that this newspaper is kidding.”
4) “I hope that I look busy to anyone invested in my busyness.”
5) “I hope that I manage not to say what is on my mind whilst speaking with this professional associate.”
6) “I hope that clock is playing a trick on me.”
7) “I hope that the talk at cocktail time is imaginative and hilarious.”
8) “I hope cauliflower is not involved overmuch.”
9) “I hope someone else is doing the dishes.”
10) “I hope that this book improves.”
11) “I hope that noise was nothing.”
12) “I hope that the most obvious and embarrassing interpretation of this dream is off-base in some way I have not yet determined.”
13) There is a thirteenth type of hope, difficult to describe, which occurs outside the confines of the clock – the only one which matters.
Thirteen Kinds of Despair by Lemony Snicket
You may be interested to know that I have categorized thirteen kinds of despair, listed here for your convenience… and arranged by time-of-day, so with planning you may experience all thirteen despairs in a single twenty-four hour period.
The first kind of despair is the suspicion that there is no safe territory outside the warm confines of one’s bedclothes.
The second kind of despair is the sense that even the most elegant of breakfasts is fragile resistance to the oncoming day.
The third kind of despair is finding life as shifty and indiscernible as the Rorschach of crumbs on your plate.
The fourth kind of despair is when the tea is so hot you must leave it alone until it is far too cold.
The fifth kind of despair is the knowledge that with the sun overhead, your shadow has vanished and there is no place to hide.
The sixth kind of despair is when you realize you must close the book you are reading and reluctantly participate in something or other.
The seventh kind of despair is that the sun has set on another day and so little has been done.
The eighth kind of despair is burning dinner in the oven.
The ninth kind of despair is the realization that a bad dinner still creates dirty dishes.
The tenth kind of despair is the presentiment that a darkening sky brings darkening times.
The eleventh kind of despair is the inkling that an evening should have been better spent but that it is almost bedtime.
The twelfth kind of despair is the knowledge that countless others are sleepless with you.
The thirteenth kind of despair occurs at every moment, waking or sleeping, and surely this needs no explanation.
Wake up. Take a nap. Laugh. Cry. Rinse. Repeat.
Chelsea Handler, Life Will Be the Death of Me
Everything with me had always been black and white. Life or death. I wanted more gray. I wanted to learn to forgive.
Chelsea Handler, Life Will Be the Death of Me
I wanted to break my pattern of ending friendships and relationships on a dime because someone did something that I found unforgivable. I would go to the mats for my friends, and sometimes for people I barely knew, and when it came time for them to return the favor or defend me, and they weren't capable of the same bullish determination I had shown them, the earth became scorched, and I wrote them off forever.
Chelsea Handler, Life Will Be the Death of Me
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Don’t give up. Keep going. There is always a chance that you will stumble onto something terrific. I have never heard of anyone stumbling over anything while he was sitting down.
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I am very excited to have been featured on Enginethusiast and will appear in their upcoming book Supply & Denim. Good people. Stoked to see the book come out soon!
I’ll read my books and I’ll drink coffee and I’ll listen to music, and I’ll bolt the door.
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