gintrospection (n.) that period of self-analysis at about five in the morning after a few too many gin and tonics, when one cannot sleep but is not actually in any physical pain, and is probably still slightly drunk, a little bit maudlin, too incoherent to read, but coherent enough to brave the depths of one’s personality. A palpable sense of the utter transitory nature of existence and the inevitability of nothingness, whilst not obligatory, certainly adds an urgency and piquancy to the process.

I’m a big fan of the occasional bout of gintrospection, I really am. Helps you keep perspective.

Bless this:

Blasted 8 times

Leave a Reply to Stuart Brown Cancel reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *