And then one day you find, ten blogs have got behind you

Counting on other people is a delayed, self-inflicted ice pick to the eye.

In similar news, the part you can't find is under the instructions you set down because they made no fucking sense.

Also, that tool you forgot to move closer sooner? Reaching for it will cause you to lose grip on what will make no sense to apply a tool to once it's no longer in place for having picking up the tool.

Who the fucking goddamn inventing this fucking world, anyway? You know?

Oh, and please let us be careful to not plumb the depths of cord/cable incestuousness lest we become incapable of forgetting how it's all one step forward, 2++ back, baby... 2++ back....

Gravity. Friction. Entropy.

And yet there you go, ego sufficiently unfortunate to read this whining: vainly imagining you're going to make something of your”self” in such a world....

But, hey, you're young and............ well........ young......... so you've got all the time in the world to self correct....

<grins... smiles... laughs hysterically>