Nov. 18 2019, Updated 2:20 p.m. ET
There's some solace to be present in classical art. Sure there may be the "solace" one gets when you walk via a museum and get all introspective and impressed through the fantastic artwork ahead of you. But I'm speaking about real solace.
Something that hits you on a shallow, emotional degree - and it isn't the deep, artsy stuff that you read about in some area of interest digest mag, I'm talking about reports you can sympathize with on an overly base level.
Like how super awkward it's being human.
It's a true sadness that has effects on everybody I know with a 9-Five task. What disappointment and despair! It's love it can only be described with this oil painting of somebody as bothered and pained as Christ himself.
Here is another completely relatable meme. Nothing describes me better than literally complaining about now not being invited out after which being like, "Thanks but I can't," whenever somebody if truth be told does inquire from me to come back along on a weekend night time.
Wow, Karen, like we GET it. We're a bit bit overdue. How about you get yourself a boyfriend or some pals so you don't have to spend 18 hours in the place of business an afternoon and make everyone else really feel dangerous about it simply because they have lives? Geez.
Ok, now we feel completely attacked.
I wish smashing our phones supposed the message would stop sending.
Literally why are we like this.
SOS Plato. You right. The worst factor that may occur to males is a mindless 9-to-5 adopted via bills followed through weekends that are too quick.
Just drag us, why do not you.
Don't feel dangerous, other folks have been feeling weird for centuries.
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