Walking home

A nice, long walk home gives you time to think, be introspective.

Good things happen to those who wait.

That's a crock of shit.

Bad things happen to good people.

Also, a crock of shit.

You know what what happens to good people and those who wait? Nothing. Absolutley nothing. They sit around their entire lives watching it go past them thinking, "Gee, I wonder when this really cool, good thing is going to happen to me. I'm a nice person, I do nice things. Gee, won't it be great when it happens?" The next thing they know, they're old and alone and have done nothing of any impact with their lives. They just existed.

God/Karma/Fate/Destiny/Whoever...

I know there's nothing in that black bag for me. But couldn't you just tell me that and get it over with? I'm tired.