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To see what is in front of one's nose needs a constant struggle.


A convict peep show? I don't know! It's a hole in a sandstone building.

I know that people have been dying for another drabble. Never let it be said that I'd fail to deliver (much).

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Brian was a fellow who assumed that he knew why he did the things he did.

A rational man, Brian had long considered his actions the result of a deliberate and clinical assessment of the facts. Ultimately, he believed that he did things because he chose to do so.

Then he met Cheryl.

Cheryl worked in accounts. She liked a drink, loved a laugh, and found Brian quite tolerable.

After he deduced this, Brian began to suspect the soundness of his judgement. His aforementioned clarity of thought had deserted him and this caused him no end of great worry.
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KL said…
Poor chap, Brian! Perhaps that happens whenever you try to believe like Descartes that everything can be explained logically with perfect reasoning and there is no place for emotions.
21 April 2009 at 08:27
Kris McCracken said…
KL, bloody Descartes!
21 April 2009 at 09:14
yamini said…
What happened to Brian? Did he recover from his suspicion?

P.S. The photograph was interestingly different.
21 April 2009 at 14:22
Priyanka Khot said…
The romantic in me is sure that Brian had fallen in LOVE... As Love is exception-making... when in love you do things that even you don't expect yourself to do.

If only Ayn Rand had not had an impact on me :-)
21 April 2009 at 14:58
Roddy said…
If Brian is in love, then Brian doesn't have a problem. However, his confusion will never end.
21 April 2009 at 16:00
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, it is a cruel world. Brian probably moped. Or got married. And then moped.
24 April 2009 at 18:52
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, don't get me started on Ann Rand.
24 April 2009 at 18:53
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, love is blindness.
24 April 2009 at 18:53
yamini said…
its all the same, isn't it??
marrying and moping!!!!
24 April 2009 at 21:59
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, on occasion. It has its highs and lows like everything else!
28 April 2009 at 11:53
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