I realized I've explored the spectrum of negativity here while I was bored out of my mind at work yesterday. I came up with a more positive mantra than the one I usually go with (Time is passing; death is closer.), which is "Time is passing; you have paid time off to take." Despite the soul-crushing boredom, I was trying to feel positive. Then I shaved my bald head, and some hair fell into my eye, and it was bad. My eye is tearing up again just thinking about it. There was pain, discomfort, and worry. I have no health insurance. I couldn't go to a hospital without breaking the bank. And that's life. Just when it's going okay, something shitty happens.
That's another "life is." Life is suffering with hair in your eye, trying to finish cutting your hair, while, as usual, hearing your scumbag neighbors through the wall. You want to scream at them to give you a break, because you're suffering worse than usual, but you realize they have a right to make their shitty noise; it's not too early or too late. And screaming at them would probably just make it worse. And when horrible things happen to you, other people, and animals, the rest of the world just smiles and laughs, because they don't care. What a cruel, cold place.
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