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There's an old joke. Two elderly women are at a Catskills mountain resort, and one of 'em says: “Boy, the food at this place is really terrible.“ The other one says, “Yeah, I know, and such ... small portions.“ Well, that's essentially how I feel about life. Full of loneliness and misery and suffering and unhappiness, and it's all over much too quickly. The-the other important joke for me is one that's, usually attributed to Groucho Marx, but I think it appears originally in Freud's wit and its relation to the unconscious. And it goes like this-I'm paraphrasing: ... “I would never wanna belong to any club that would have someone like me for a member.“ That's the key joke of my adult life in terms of my relationships with women.
