The Mango Thief
As I turned to go, the woman grabbed me and said I hadn’t paid her yet. I protested that I had. We argued in Spanish. Other mango buyers eyed me uneasily.
As I turned to go, the woman grabbed me and said I hadn’t paid her yet. I protested that I had. We argued in Spanish. Other mango buyers eyed me uneasily.
So many things had to happen for me to be here, and the thought of how much of our existence is chance is overwhelming.
Maybe this is a good time to recognize how incredibly fortunate I am to be able to ponder this question, to leave work and take a trip like this. I mean, what do I think I am, Norwegian?
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@realDonaldTrump
Tremendously fat honey thief Winnie-the-Pooh deserves to get stuck in Rabbit’s hole. Not crying for him, believe me, or low-energy Eeyore.
Here’s my problem: I don’t believe in people. To me, human beings and their world are nothing more than the product of our collective imagination, a sad manifestation of our need to feel important beyond our actual existence.