All things do not happen for a reason. They just happen.
Aah, those chipper people who always find something positive to say no matter what. You know them right, the “everything happens for a reason” crowd. Mostly I find that they say this because a world where terrible things happen just cannot surely reconcile with what they believe. Not sure that catching aids from a blood transfusion happens for a reason myself, and no there is surely no good reason that a kid gets molested or a suicide bomber blows up a bus.
All things don’t happen for a reason, that’s a load of bollocks. Terrible things happen, that’s just part of life. It isn’t part of some big plan so stop telling me it is because your belief system cannot explain how such terrible things can happen otherwise.
Whilst I don’t dress up I do love me a great Con, and there is a quite wonderful feeling when you’re surrounded by people just like you. There are round bellied bearded men as far as the eye can see and you cannot swing a Schrodinger’s cat without clobbering a bespectacled comic-based t-shirt wearing geek.
If you’ve never been to one you should go, because they really do embody the very best in people. There is a distinct lack of wankers, twats, dicks, racist, -phobes or utter prats.
Let’s lower the tone shall we…
The serious art of the haiku defiled with everyday shenanigans. Okay they’re senryu at best but ‘Screw you Senryu’ doesn’t work as well.
First time, loves young dream
She sends a note: I need you
He arrives early