Why seems it so particular with thee?

Seems, madam! nay it is; I know not 'seems.'...These but the trappings and the suits of woe.

Choices are hard. Especially the big ones. Especially when its a question of principle. And sometimes you make the wrong ones.

Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words, And fall a-cursing, like a very drab, A scullion!

I've had to make too many choices lately; not that they were wrong or unwelcome. They have tired me out.

And of course. Why write about it? Just to record it. If anything is worth doing, its worth doing complete.

If anyone wonders why I "meyaou".. why I joke.. why I pretend to be a cat. Life contains many chances to be sad, misserable or many other sad things. Therefore, I will find joy when and where I can. And I know no other creature than a cat for knowing how to enjoy life. So, while I play a game for entertainment, I will find what fun I can, meyaouing all the while.