Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about happiness. This year I started doing more and more things that I love, and sometimes that meant disappointing someone else in favour of disappointing myself. Sometimes people thought that was selfish. It made me think: what does it really mean to be selfish?
A few weeks ago I was at a housewarming, and while using a phallic-shaped bottle opener to remove the cap from my beer because it was, regrettably, the only one available, some guy said “I can see you thinking; this one is slightly smaller than what I am used to”. Because I didn’t want toContinue reading “*Stares into the Camera*: On The “Jim Look” and The Age of Irony”