I watched Tracey place her head in her hands and sigh.
‘Oh, my withering life. Cruel outlook. The gods themselves are contriving for me a barren wasteland of fathomless sorrow. Such is my path, such is my destiny. My life’s moments are but footsteps into an unknown abyss, my journey one of haste and diminishing tomorrows to a future of decaying mortality.’
I stared at her. ‘Have you quite finished?’
Tracey nodded.
‘Okay. Three things: first, stop reading so much Shakespeare; second, you need to quit that acting class; and third, you’re only 40 today, so stop being so melodramatic.’
‘Oh, my withering life. Cruel outlook. The gods themselves are contriving for me a barren wasteland of fathomless sorrow. Such is my path, such is my destiny. My life’s moments are but footsteps into an unknown abyss, my journey one of haste and diminishing tomorrows to a future of decaying mortality.’
I stared at her. ‘Have you quite finished?’
Tracey nodded.
‘Okay. Three things: first, stop reading so much Shakespeare; second, you need to quit that acting class; and third, you’re only 40 today, so stop being so melodramatic.’
