I Believe... [Beware the Pretty Mugshot]

...that if someone is committed to believing an extreme view it is because humans tend to believe what we want to believe rather than what is true. The question to ask is why one wants to believe something before hopping on the bandwagon and spouting off about it.

...that anyone who manages to take a decent looking driver’s license photo is to be closely watched for mayhem as they are likely supernatural or alien.

...that the best conversations are often with the guy in the office who doesn’t talk a lot and you manage to have time with him and nothing to do but converse. That guy is either a psycho or a fount of wisdom.

...that, after a year, it’s time for a toe dip into the dating apps. The only thing more depressing than five minutes on Twitter is the parade of sad, lonely people wading in a sea of fake accounts from Kenya and the Phillipines. It also completely answers the call for even the slimmest margin of beauty standards.

...that it turns out my motivation for working out isn’t better health or the zen I feel from physical exersion. It’s chasing tail. I’m fucking doomed.