We all have those odd things that happen to us more often than we might owe to nature or coincidence. Some people find themselves on their fourth marriage to a fourth guy named Mario*; it happens. For me, that thing is the ceilings. In my apartments. That seem to have a difficult time staying above my head. I've gone through three in less than two years-- three times the sky has fallen (and this is not in the same place! We're talking about different ceilings in different buildings!. So, I turn to you for advice: what's it mean? Is someone trying to tell me something? What? How do I get in touch with that entity, ask to be a little subtler with the message? Should I just invest in a good helmet?
You know what we need to ponder questions such as these? That's right-- a little Strindberg.
* I have never been married to a guy named Mario, but I wouldn't rule it out. Which is just a disclaimered way of saying I have nothing "against" the name Mario; it was just an example. Marios are great. Honestly.