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Advice he’d give a 12-year-old version of himself"It might sound oversimplified, but I’d say, ‘Shhh.’ It’s so funny how noisy my brain is - it’s what it does, it makes thoughts. And the problem is, I think in most of our lives the root of suffering is listening to that brain noise and actually identifying with it as if it’s who you are. That’s just the noise your brain makes. And more often than not, it probably doesn’t have much to say that’s going to help you. I’ve felt my best are the moments that I’ve been able to pull that plug and say, ‘Chris … shhh … shhh.’ And it’s not quitting, it’s not giving up, it’s not washing your hands of the thought, it’s rising above it. All the time I’ve spent suffering as a result of brain noise, hours of my life wasted. So that’s what I’d say: ‘Shhh.’"
Me: Augh. Tell me not buy comics.
Friend: Don’t buy comics!…. Why?
Me: There’s a sale! 67 issues for $100!
Friend: …wow that is a good price.
Me: *cries hot bitter tears*
Friend: You should totally buy them.
Me: …I hate you and am never writing you porn again.
Friend: *pats me gently* mmhmm, whatever you say.
Me: *buys the thing*