What matters is to know what you want, and pursue it, and understand that it's gonna be hard. Because life is really difficult. You're gonna lose people you love. You're gonna suffer heartbreak. Sometimes you'll be sick, sometimes you'll have a really bad toothache, sometimes you'll be hungry. But on the other end, you'll have the most beautiful experiences. Sometimes just the sky. Sometimes a piece of work that you do that feels so wonderful. Or you find somebody to love, or children. There are beautiful things in life, so when you're suffering, it's part of the package. You know, we're born, and we also have to die. We know that. So it makes sense that we're gonna be really happy and things are gonna be really fucked up too. Just ride with it. It's like a rollercoaster ride. It's never gonna be perfect. It's gonna have perfect moments, and then rough spots. But it's all worth it. Believe me. I think it is.
To my surprise, the string of jumping blue dots that indicate typing popped up on my screen. They disappeared, reappeared, disappeared, and appeared again. Fry finally responded, saying he didn’t know what I was talking about.
That’s the reviewer that doesn’t bother to read the manuscript a journal has sent out for evaluation for possible publication, offers condescending or outright offensive comments, and—of course—urges the irrelevant citation of their own work.
You look at the bottom of the menu and notice a warning: “Consuming raw or undercooked meats, poultry, seafood, shellfish or eggs may increase your risk of food-borne illness.” That warning is there for a reason.