I have had, in the course of my life, lots of encounters and lots of serious people. I have spent lots of time with grown-ups. I have seen them at close range... which haven't much improved my opinion of them.
You risk tears if you let yourself be tamed.
One could probably be forgiven for assuming this is, in some way, a rant journal. But still one would be wrong. Yes, I do rant in it, a lot. That's because I have to talk to people, and people are stupid. The beautiful things in life are more like the Little Prince's rose.
I take pleasure in small comforts, like being wrapped in a warm duvet, or a conversation with someone whose IQ exceeds their age. In between, I like to drink tea with plenty of sugar.
I rage because it can't be contained, and I'm vain enough to think the world wants to hear my thoughts. If I'm right, you'll friend me. If I'm wrong, you'll pass me by and I'll never know you were here. There's probably something deeply philosophical about that thought, but laziness dictates that instead of thinking about it, I make a cup of tea.