I’m in the process of replacing everything in my closet. Out with the old and unflattering, in with the new and appealing.
You can always tell how well your life is going by your individual daily complaints. As humans, we need stress even if it has to be created. Now of course, everyone’s feelings are valid and all that blahblahblah.
I’ve always got a kick out of the smallest things people can turn into major issues when there are no actual major issues for them to worry about. Especially when I was going through one shit-storm after another- nothing slayed me like someone saying something along the lines of “My BluRay player won’t fast forward and if I pause the video, it starts from the beginning!” Or, “I can’t get myself to eat the fruits and vegetables that I need to!” Or, “I have a headache from drinking coffee and opting to not eat anything.” And let’s not forget the The World Revolves Around Me complaints regarding traffic, weather, events, etc.
Lets backtrack: I was basically homeless for a while, without a job, and in back to back horrible living situations with even worse roommates. My complaints were stuff like “I have rats in my house”, “My cat has fleas which is making her so sick, I think she might be dying.” & “I don’t know if I’ll be eating tomorrow or have a roof over my head next month.”
I now am renting a room from an awesome person with no pests, I have a great job, and my cat is as playful as a kitten… My biggest complaint these days? “I’ve been COOKING all of my meals, everyday! I’m too tired to enjoy them by the time I sit down.” Aww poor thing, right? Haha. So here’s to hoping that I can continue living the ‘dramatized little issues’ life with my perspective of knowing how silly it is- because good God, it is nice.
If I can’t find others who also don’t play social “games”, feed on drama, or are full of shit then may I please be given the ability to lower to their level so they don’t bother me?
The fuck does sitting at home on a Friday night, Cinco de Mayo, do for me?
Clearly, how I do things is wrong
The last few years have been shit,
and I’m pullin a full 180 [CUE THE RAP BEAT OUTRO]
(You know, back to when I had a good job
and a full life…before I changed “for the better”)
FINALLY, THE EMAILS, ADS, TELEGRAPHS, AND FACEBOOK MENTIONS ON WHERE TO DO MY TAXES AND HOW TO SPEND MY TAX RETURN SHALL BE DISSIPATING
I DID MINE ON JANUARY 19TH!
EARLY BIRD MIGHT GET THE WORM, BUT THEN WAITS FOR 3 MORE MONTHS FOR THE OTHER BIRDS’ WORM…GETTING– YOU GET IT.
People claiming that doctors prescribing narcotics are who to blame for their addictions is like if I were to put the blame on Papa Johns sending me coupons for why I’m fat.