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About 15 minutes ago, I prepared a bowl of cereal and set it in front of the microwave near the refridgerator. I left it there to retrieve a spoon. As I was pulling one from beside the sink, a great deal of boxes fell from the top of the fridge and landed quite squarely on my cereal, knocking the bowl and spilling its contents all over the floor. For some reason, I was infuriated. Forcefully threw the spoon on the floor and everything. It's not like it was that big of a deal; though that was the last of the cereal, it was, after all, only a bowl of cereal.
It may sound quite immature and even selfish of me to say, but I honestly believe myself to be of poor fortune. Don't get me wrong, I don't believe in "luck" in the traditional sense, and I don't feel as if some outside force wants me to be upset all the time. I just seem to find myself facing unfortunate circumstances on an unfairly regular basis (A statement that upon reflection most likely applies to all of you and most of the world). Sometimes it's awfully trying to deal with such events so often, even small ones like having to clean the kitchen floor in place of enjoying a helping of Lucky Charms.
I feel myself occasionally regressing into some moody adoscelent mindset. I'm practically there now. I'm not even sure that I don't like being that way. Sometimes it's just satisfying to look at the world with a heightened sense of loathing and disdain, however disingenuine the satisfaction might be. Not the healthiest way to respond to my situation(s), I know. No rebuttal here.
Christ... I hope someone feels like doing something tonight. I'm bored out of my mind and now that I've written this, the cereal is off of my mind and I'm ready to stop brooding.
How ridiculous.
It may sound quite immature and even selfish of me to say, but I honestly believe myself to be of poor fortune. Don't get me wrong, I don't believe in "luck" in the traditional sense, and I don't feel as if some outside force wants me to be upset all the time. I just seem to find myself facing unfortunate circumstances on an unfairly regular basis (A statement that upon reflection most likely applies to all of you and most of the world). Sometimes it's awfully trying to deal with such events so often, even small ones like having to clean the kitchen floor in place of enjoying a helping of Lucky Charms.
I feel myself occasionally regressing into some moody adoscelent mindset. I'm practically there now. I'm not even sure that I don't like being that way. Sometimes it's just satisfying to look at the world with a heightened sense of loathing and disdain, however disingenuine the satisfaction might be. Not the healthiest way to respond to my situation(s), I know. No rebuttal here.
Christ... I hope someone feels like doing something tonight. I'm bored out of my mind and now that I've written this, the cereal is off of my mind and I'm ready to stop brooding.
How ridiculous.