I am shameless
Shameless, I say.
In order to understand, I'll have to give you a bit of background, and warn you Seneca haters that this is a resurrection of sorts. Ok. So the backstory is this: yesterday I decide that rather than laying on my couch, finishing the final episodes of Star Trek Voyager, I would go to the book store, and "mingle." Interestingly enough, my eyes found a fun little book entitled "On the Shortness of Life," by one Lucius Annaeus Seneca. Naturally, I gave in to temptation, and headed off to the cafe to read. Then, as I read, things got dubious and introspective, and I ended up journaling to what I'd read. That's the backdrop; now, on with the show.