Please look back on this post in the future and remember how ridiculous you're feeling right now. Please avoid this behaviour in the future. It's not good for you, it fucked up one of your past relationships, and it's on its way to fuck this one up. And, hey, we don't want that, do we?
With love,
Conscience.
PS: For future reference, today is the day you saw Harold Saxon for the second time.
Room 101:Sunset Boulevard, City of Blinding Lights.
If you don't want a man unhappy politically, don't give him two sides to a question to worry him; give him one. Better yet, give him none. If the government is inefficient, topheavy, and tax-mad, better it be all those than that people worry over it. Peace, Montag. Give the people contests they win by remembering the words to more popular songs or the names of state capitals or how much corn Iowa grew last year. Cram them full of noncombustible data, chock them so damned full of 'facts' they feel stuffed, but absolutely 'brilliant' with information. Then they'll feel like they're thinking, they'll get a sense of motion without moving. And they'll be happy, because facts of that sort don't change. Don't give them any slippery stuff like philosophy or sociology to tie things up with. That way lies melancholy.