Maybe it's just me. Maybe it's just recent times. But life seems to consistently suck. There's either one or two majorly sucktacular things happening, or an endless number of little things, or best yet--a combination of both. Yeah, some of it is attitude. Crappy things don't seem so bad if you're in a good mood, and they seem infinitely worse if you're already having a bad day. But even objectively, it seems the best you can hope for is mediocrity in between the suck.
Maybe I'm not surrounding myself with the right people (isn't that one of the keys to success, happiness, infinite riches, shiny hair and whiter teeth...?) All I ever hear from pretty much everyone is a litany of complaints and negativity. It's a little hard to be upbeat (and yes--I do try...usually) when that's your life's soundtrack. The real fun kicks in when I actually need to talk to someone for the sake of my own mental and emotional well-being. Then suddenly no one's available (I guess they all got really really busy...or simultaneously lost email/phone access...or took off to Guam for a couple of weeks...) And if someone's actually willing to lend me a sympathetic ear, it's not usually sympathetic so much as shaking with laughter. There's also the ever-popular dismissal and on to more interesting topics (like their problems).
I suddenly get the appeal of self-medicating. Vodka and Vicodin, anyone?
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