A Metreless Ode to My Friends

How precious are the people who humour me,
who laugh at my lame jokes,
and ignore my annoying whines,
all the while tolerating my utter childishness.
How precious are my friends.
Let's not be a bastard and alienate myself.

WhatsApp now has blue ticks to indicate that a message has been read, with each message also displaying the exact time that it was read. I choose to not feed my own insecurities (of which I have plenty), and commit to not to judge based on the blue ticks, and to not check the message read time. Same goes with Facebook messages, I guess.

The presence of a feature does not require or imply a need to indulge it.

First time back after a long time. So much good stuff here, reminds me of all the good feels I had in church before. And it's Phil Pringle too!

Commitment is a relentless routine. 1Co 15:58

Why is it that, as we grow older, we get more and more content watching other people have fun on our behalf? As we grow older, we watch Running Man and Sherlock, passively adsorb the joyous experiences for others and claim them as our own, discuss them as if they happened to us, laugh and grieve as if they mattered to us? When did we stop doing and become content to let others live a joyous and exciting life on our behalf?

Dev Psych exam in 20 minutes!