Sometimes I wish things were much less complex. And I think that for that to be the case, I’d need to be a much less complex person. And I wouldn’t like that, because even though I sometimes irritate myself beyond belief by being stupid or stubborn or far too sensitive, ultimately I like who I am. So I guess I’ll just have to get used to things being complex. Although things have been complex for a long time, so you’d think I would have got accustomed by now. Perhaps in a way I have.
separating the wanted from the unwanted