"Its just another day in the dark parade of life, where pain is the candy"--My sister's b-day card?!
Type. Delete. Type. Delete. I've been meaning to write for awhile now. Yet everytime I begin my words seem so contrived and disingenuous. Even now I don't know quite what to say. This summer has been quite tumultuous for me. My grandma died. So it goes. Both of my sisters' mental illnesses are becoming rather apparent and debilitating. I've moved home. And now I am finishing up this somewhat anticlimatic summer semester. Not that it was without its qualms, but it did not yield an eleventh hour salvation as I had hoped. So it goes.
I wish I could endlessly whine about the whole situation, but I fear this would only make my reality worse. It seems that dwelling on all the mess only exacerbates the sticky situation. I feel very bad for my dad though. He absorbs the brunt of the entire storm.
Not that I am bad off. I'm not. I'm not even sad. I do have a more cynical and almost pessimistic outlook on life. And my current feeling is that life, in this moment, kind of sucks. And with good reason. I don't deny it. I'm not trying to kid myself. But I do have a choice with my reaction. And my I choose to understand that life, sometimes, really sucks. However, since suck-y life is life just like any other life, and certainly better than no life at all, I choose to accept the suck. To embrace the suck (Thanks to Hank, my Dad really likes this quote and contends that the Army has spent $10million contriving such a powerful exploitation of verbage) So maybe I am being the opposite of pessimistic.
P.S.'s:: How do you change iPod songs to Windows Media Player songs? I know I have been told I can do this. Is it explainable it plain language and confined to about a paragraph??
I am getting a new car. A VW Jetta. And before anyone decides to voice their opinion any further, let me say this: I like that car. It was my decision. Do not try to bitch, moan, complain, or otherwise deride me about my choice. Because if you do you are just jealous that I am getting a new car, whilst you are not, and you, my friend, can suck it.
I wish I could endlessly whine about the whole situation, but I fear this would only make my reality worse. It seems that dwelling on all the mess only exacerbates the sticky situation. I feel very bad for my dad though. He absorbs the brunt of the entire storm.
Not that I am bad off. I'm not. I'm not even sad. I do have a more cynical and almost pessimistic outlook on life. And my current feeling is that life, in this moment, kind of sucks. And with good reason. I don't deny it. I'm not trying to kid myself. But I do have a choice with my reaction. And my I choose to understand that life, sometimes, really sucks. However, since suck-y life is life just like any other life, and certainly better than no life at all, I choose to accept the suck. To embrace the suck (Thanks to Hank, my Dad really likes this quote and contends that the Army has spent $10million contriving such a powerful exploitation of verbage) So maybe I am being the opposite of pessimistic.
P.S.'s:: How do you change iPod songs to Windows Media Player songs? I know I have been told I can do this. Is it explainable it plain language and confined to about a paragraph??
I am getting a new car. A VW Jetta. And before anyone decides to voice their opinion any further, let me say this: I like that car. It was my decision. Do not try to bitch, moan, complain, or otherwise deride me about my choice. Because if you do you are just jealous that I am getting a new car, whilst you are not, and you, my friend, can suck it.