Learn to let it bend before it breaks...

DAD: I don't know, Becca. I just thought maybe we could spend some time out here
and not think about reality for a little while.

DAUGHTER: Take me home.

DAD: Why?

DAUGHTER: Because I'm sick and tired of how selfish you are. You never think about reality. But I live in the real world where I need a fucking father. You're so proud of yourself for being such a cool dad. Well, look where it fucking got you.
You know that I pray sometimes, dad? You know what I pray for the most?
That I wake up one day and you've become a total bore.
The kind of father who gets up every morning,puts on a suit and tie, drives to some lame office park, comes home at 5:30 on the dot, has a drink, and hangs out with his fucking family.
How hard would that have been for you, dad, to just be like everyone else?



Californication
Series 4, episode 11


On the way I asked him if he ever felt lonely. He took a moment to answer. “At a certain point when I was young, there was such loneliness that I was almost in despair,” h said, “On those Route 66 experiences, I was always looking for prayer meetings, tent meetings, card games, dice tables, practically any gathering to soothe the loneliness. Then suddenly something shifted, and it seemed to me that everyone was the same in some inexplicable and fundamental way, and what became important was a person’s capacity for contact. Not who the person was, I mean, not whether I already knew them, not whether they looked interesting or handsome or pretty, but whether they could have an exchange of sufficient intimacy that it satisfied my need, my longing really for companionship. As I got better at that kind of contact, I realized I could find company anywhere, with a little bit of luck, and I stopped feeling alone.”



The Happiest Man in the World

Alec Wilkinson