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In a perfect world, if we could honestly talk about feelings and thoughts and blurring smoking guns like that, would the world really would be a better place. Some days I wish we could. Then we'd preserve all the relationships we want to keep and lose all those we don't appreciate.

Except that, in reality, most people too many emotions to keep in constant update. And since there is this plethora of possible emotions, natural probability, all things being equal, suggests that the chances that two emotions coincide, is very very low. So, chances are, very very few people would be happy and well you'd end up hurting all these people unintentionally and it just be a disaster and we'd all die from like over-communication or mouth strains or some forsaken thing.

But if we honestly feel this way, is knowing better in general?

I don't know. I think honestly though, I’m happier this way, with the sporadic days of extreme joy and extreme pain associated with the release of pent up emotion. And the eternity of not- great days safe days in the shadow of not knowing.

I think hugh grant should be prime minister of Britain. Then the UK would no longer be an American lap dog. And following suit John Howard would no longer be bush's sheriff. And all alone in the uncivilised world American would finally lose it's unchallenged hegemony and go back to being a controllable super power. And we'd have world peace.

Sometimes I think I think too much about stupid things that shouldn't be over analysed but taken for their surface worth. In this sudden angst ridden MTV generation no body seems superficial enough anymore. Life would probably be a lot better if we stopped bogging it down with paranoia and imaginary baggage.

And maybe if we listened to more music from the seventies the bleakness of the past could illuminate our futures. We’d have like these wing tipped rose tinted huge shades that's just make everything cool.

But well I write from here at wits end. And at this port we do much wishing