Fourteenth Note to “Laila (Part Three)”

In short, coping with the absurdity of it all becomes one’s raison d’être. And the best coping mechanism becomes some mode or form of tobacco alongside a bottle of scotch. And by all means, prove me wrong. In many cases, I would love to be proven wrong. But I don’t think you’ll get too far if you tried. Nor do I want to hear or read what anyone has to say. My television and my phone are now off most of the time. Because by now, I’ve heard it all and I’ve seen it all. And there is a distinction to be made between entertaining a question on one hand and enduring bullshit on the other hand. And I’ll be the first to make that distinction. The distinction has to be made. I’ll entertain and answer questions. But I won’t banter and be strung along by provocations any longer. We’re beyond that now. We are past it. Things change. Things evolve. So deal with it. Live with it. 🖕🏼