I heard a joke once: Man goes to the doctor. Says he’s depressed, life is harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world. Doctor says, “treatment is simple. The great clown Pagliacci is in town. Go see him. That should pick you up.” Man bursts into tears. “But Doctor” he says, “I am Pagliacci.”
I try to keep control of my emotions but at the same time, I fucking love to feel them uncontrollably.
A coincidence that happens multiple times, isn’t a coincidence at all. It’s significant.