Well, I have come to conclusion that one
of the biggest things which you can do in order to be truly happy, even just for a few hours is to completely tune yourself
out of your usual daily routine, forget your scheduled life for a day, gather a
bunch of your closest friends, hide your phone somewhere
deep down in your bag and enjoy an afternoon by talking to each other, making jokes, eating good food and enjoying the moment that you're in.
Sure, it sets
out to disgust on more than one occasion, but it also presents us with a gaggle
of characters who,
deep down, are a surprisingly likable
bunch.
I mean, do we really have to play this game, where because I'm who I am and you're who you are, we pretend that the word «fuck» doesn't exist, and while we're at it, that the action that underlies the word doesn't exist, and I just puke up a
bunch of junk about how some teacher changed my life by teaching me how Shakespeare was actually the world's first rapper, or about the time I was doing community service with a
bunch of homeless teenagers dying
of cancer or something and felt the
deep call
of selfless action, or else I pull
out all the stops and give you the play - by - play sob story
of what happened to my dad, or some other terrible heartbreak
of a thing that makes you feel so bummed
out you figure, what the hell, we've got quotas after all, and this kid's gotten screwed over enough, so you give me the big old stamp
of approval and a fat envelope in the mail come April?