When a baby is born, it cries and cries. It cries when it is hungry or tired or in pain, or when it is alone or scared. Is the baby overreacting? Does it not understand how trifling these problems are? Or have we just become acclimated to the amount of pain and sadness that is life? Are we numb to it?
"Hey, I read your blog the other day. Were you quoting Kundera? I think that was from The Unbearable Lightness of Being or something."
"Was it? I don't know. I actually never finished that book. Really, it was just a passing thought – forget it."
Seriously, I had those thoughts the other day when I was hanging out with Kaz. And yes, they seemed a bit overdramatic, but I thought at first that they were original. Now I feel fairly sure that I read it somewhere. You people out there who know better than I: what is it from? Who wrote these depressing ideas before I wrote them? Is it pretentious to put it in my blog? Should I at least use the whole word "weblog?"
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