Okay, here's my theory: THE EASY STUFF IS HARD. THE HARD STUFF IS EASY. Not sure why this is, it may be part of the Chaos Theory, which, as you remember from high school physics, states, "Everything is all screwed up."
But y'know - you start out with one simple goal, yet, in the process, you are forced to part B then part 3 then part D.
Easy stuff is hard. Fixing the chipped paint leads to sanding the wall which reveals termite damage which shows foundation trouble which leads to your house being condemned as unfit for occupancy which leads to hitting the inspector which leads to the ride in the police car which leads to the judge which leads to Hairy Eddie, your new swingin' meth addict cellmate and... you get the idea.
Hard Stuff is easy, though. This is counter-intuitive. Marrying Hairy Eddie. Hard, but easy. You don't need a ceremony.
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