Conversations amongst friends recently have encompassed a mass of topics, primarily centred around how funny things are. So much is funny and true that it would only be fair to share some of this material and my own thoughts on things with the wider world, and also to look over my own thoughts which will become dilute over time in my ever ageing brain cramming work-orientated nonsense.
Here's a thought, the phrase 'everything happens for a reason'. Of course it does. Things happen, good or bad, and we find ourselves seeking explanation as to why it did, and over time the hunt for explanation increases and stuff you wouldn't have accepted initially seem like a half decent explanation. Personally, things don't happen for a reason, they just happen, and maybe we should think of the situation as to trying to fathom out what the benefits will be in the future.
Deep philosophy and hard thought, that has been on the menu for the past two Fridays during lunch with the six foot sheep, so the previous paragraph may seem meaningful to a hangover ridden self but not to any random punter who stumbles across it (or gets a tip-off)!
So, instead of trying to think why I ended up in certain establishments last night and what benefit it will bring, I will be reminding myself that it happened and i'll embrace the fact it was surprisingly fun. Shit doesn't happen for a reason, it just happens.
Man, thats a load of shite!
RIP Marty and Leeanne, may there be a Cathouse in the sky!
