I live with someone who is amazingly bitter for being twenty-three years old. How do we get this way? Is it from one tiny misstep that occurred so long ago you can no longer remember when it all began? The slow build up of despair and frustration, creeping up so slowly you don't realize it's happening until it's too late? I know I come off as being naive. I really can't help myself. I know, I know; I've heard it all before: life isn't supposed to be perfect. Even the most carefully laid plans can go awry. Perhaps every person really doesn't deserve his/her chance at happiness. Every time something negative happens, be it a car wreck, a mislaid bill that goes unpaid or losing a job, people shrug and say, "That's life. What are you going to do?"
I, for one, hope to never stop asking, "Why?" Maybe it does make me naive, but naive or not, to me it's better than the alternative. I won't resign myself over to this, to any of it.
And yet I can feel it wearing on my already. Does being in a bad mood and taking your unhappiness out on others make you feel better? Really? I'm really not sure how much longer I can handle any of it before I snap.
A Softer World: 1248
8 years ago
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Sometimes, it's good to snap. I do it once every few months, and a lot of times things get said that wouldn't otherwise be said. For a couple of days afterwards its awkward and such, but then it gets better, and you feel better because you've gotten things off your chest.
I'm the snapping queen.
And if you ever need to call, I have a US number, and you can call to yell and scream at me anytime. I'll facebook the number to you, just in case. Love you Niki!
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