Not sure, actually, dude was a corrupt lobbyist, so presumably he was emphasizing that he had his reasons for the stuff he got up to.
I like it as a reminder that everyone is their own story’s protagonist. Its easy for me to view someone as the jerk who cut in front of the traffic, but presumably their own narrative includes a compelling reason for their seemingly antisocial behavior.
I think I’ve told this story before, but here it is again: in 1995 I got a speeding ticket. (It turns out that MLK, despite being a major thoroughfare, is zoned 25. Who knew.) At the time you could avoid getting points on your record by going to traffic school, so I did. At one point the teacher asked for our pet peeves where driving was concerned. After he’d heard ours, he said he had two. “One, pedestrians who dawdle in the crosswalk after the light’s turned green. Two, drivers who try to hurry me when I’m walking across the street.” Isn’t that pretty much always how it works?
Everybody’s a complex person. Everybody. Everybody’s nuanced. -Jack Abramoff
A wave hitting a rock is complex, so is a vegetable on life support. What’s the context?
Not sure, actually, dude was a corrupt lobbyist, so presumably he was emphasizing that he had his reasons for the stuff he got up to.
I like it as a reminder that everyone is their own story’s protagonist. Its easy for me to view someone as the jerk who cut in front of the traffic, but presumably their own narrative includes a compelling reason for their seemingly antisocial behavior.
— Adam Cadre