Harsh Realizations for a Rainy Afternoon.

- That guy that owes you thousands of dollars for work done two years ago is never going to pay you. He has changed his email address and leaves not so much as a paper trail in his wake.

- She doesn’t love you anymore. Maybe she never did.

- The reason you were upset by it is because it was true.

- The likelihood of you forming meaningful new friendships is very slim. Your old friends are all you have, and they were never enough to begin with.

- Realism is often mistaken for cynicism; idealism for possibility.

- Julia Roberts’ part in Closer should have gone to Natascha McElhone.

- The music you loved as a teenager really wasn’t very good: through nostalgia you’ve romanticized it until your ability to experience new beauty is defined only in the terms you set when you were too busy hiding alcohol from your parents to learn about World War II.

- It will never be enough.

- You’ve already met the person you should have married. They are probably already gone.

- The songs and poetry you’ve written still aren’t as good as your modest, self-deprecating opinion consider them to be.

- There will never be another Sinatra.
- There will never be another Zappa
- There will never be another Dimebag Darrell.
- There will always be more Paris Hiltons.

- You are, in very many ways, a child. You are probably too shallow and immature to succeed.

- People don’t really care. And you’re one of them.

- No stripper has ever liked you for anything other than your money.

- You really are going to be OK.