Is there any point to this?
You may be thinking this is going to be some repetitive emo entry about how my life sucks.
You'd be wrong.
This is a rant about how life, in general sucks.
From uneven kerbs to dog coats, pebble dashed toilet seats to bank statements.
I'm going to tell you how it all makes life that little bit worse.
Have you ever had one of those days where EVERYTHING goes wrong.
You wake up 20 minutes later than you wanted to, you force yourself out of bed and step on an upturned plug and hobble, cursing, into the bathroom. You proceed to turn on the shower, step inside to find that there is no shampoo or conditioner left and are forced to use that musky smelling shower gel instead When you get out you realise that in your rush you've forgotten to get a towel and so have to dash as quickly across the landing as you can whilst covering your bits. After you dry yourself with the towel you found in your wash basket, you put on some PJs and go downstairs to get your work clothes out of the tumble dryer, only to find that someone turned it off in the night and your clothes are still slightly damp. Having no other choice, you take a pair of trousers and a top, put them on and try and dry the clothes as much as you can with the hair dryer. Clothes almost dry, you nip back to the bathroom for a quick piss and to brush your teeth, only when you sit down you find that your younger brother has gone and pissed all over the seat. Feeling slightly disgusting and just a little bit annoyed, you brush your teeth, end up with a toothpaste mark on your top which you wont notice until half way through your day. You throw on a jacket, grab your bag, leave the house, lock the door, and running ten minutes late finally set off for your place of work.
When you turn up your boss is in a foul mood, and starts having a go at you for the little things you didn't do the day before. Seething, you continue your day getting progressively more and more stressed out. The bitch at the desk next to you keeps making snide remarks about a strange musty smell you realise to be your hair. Linda on the second floor keeps ringing you whilst your trying to type up a report to fill you in on what she did over the weekend, none of which really interests you. After snapping at her, and her hanging up on you in a mood you go for your dinner. You go down to the canteen, fill up your tray, get to the till only to find that in your rush you haven't taken any money out and they don't accept cards. Leaving, red faced, you decide to starve until you get home, and go upstairs to finish off that report which your boss is now nagging you about. At 5.45, 15 minutes late, you shut down the computer and leave for the bus home which is due in 5 minutes. So you set off practically jogging, you can see the bus at the end of the road, but it's o.k because you're almost at the stop and there's a queue. Then you go and trip on that one bit of uneven pavement that's sticking up, everything falls out of your bag, and whilst you're busy scrabbling around to pick the contents of your bag up off of the floor the bus pulls in, 3 people in the queue get on and as you run to get on the doors close and it pulls away.
It's another 20 minutes before another bus turns up, you get on and spend the journey thinking of ways you can finally relax when you get in at the same time as trying to block out the noise of a screaming baby and an inquisitive child ("mummy why is the sky blue? but why mummy? why? why? why?").
You get home, kick off your shoes, flop down on the sofa and try and block the events of the day out. You've been sat down literally 5 minutes before your mother gets home, demanding rent, and ranting about the dishes not being washed. After a short argument you stomp up to your room and try and use the quiet and the solace to just relax and read a book. Only your sister comes in to fill you in on what a brilliant day she's been having. After she eventually leaves, you turn on your computer to check your email and chat to your friends, only the internet isn't connecting. So you decide to get something to eat, only to find that mother hasn't done any shopping and the only thing the cupboard has to offer you is cornflakes, so you pour yourself a bowl, go to the fridge to get the milk only there isn't any in there. Trying anything to make the day go faster, you continue reading your book, get to the last couple of pages only to find they've somehow stuck together and won't come undone without tearing. By now it's 9.30, a reasonable time to go to bed, so you put on some pyjamas, climb under the duvet close your eyes and wait for sleep to come. Only it doesn't. After several hours of tossing and turning you finally fall asleep at just after midnight, remembering that in 6 hours time you just have to wake up to face the same shit over again.
An extreme example yes, but, it can happen.
Most days actually, at least one thing, similar to what I described will happen. Something which irritates you a little. You just don't pay much attention to it until everything gets lumped together in what is officially, your worst day of the year.
The whole point of this? Just to prove to you, that I'm not the only one who hates everything.
Because I guarantee you, you do as well.
You just haven't realised it yet.
You'd be wrong.
This is a rant about how life, in general sucks.
From uneven kerbs to dog coats, pebble dashed toilet seats to bank statements.
I'm going to tell you how it all makes life that little bit worse.
Have you ever had one of those days where EVERYTHING goes wrong.
You wake up 20 minutes later than you wanted to, you force yourself out of bed and step on an upturned plug and hobble, cursing, into the bathroom. You proceed to turn on the shower, step inside to find that there is no shampoo or conditioner left and are forced to use that musky smelling shower gel instead When you get out you realise that in your rush you've forgotten to get a towel and so have to dash as quickly across the landing as you can whilst covering your bits. After you dry yourself with the towel you found in your wash basket, you put on some PJs and go downstairs to get your work clothes out of the tumble dryer, only to find that someone turned it off in the night and your clothes are still slightly damp. Having no other choice, you take a pair of trousers and a top, put them on and try and dry the clothes as much as you can with the hair dryer. Clothes almost dry, you nip back to the bathroom for a quick piss and to brush your teeth, only when you sit down you find that your younger brother has gone and pissed all over the seat. Feeling slightly disgusting and just a little bit annoyed, you brush your teeth, end up with a toothpaste mark on your top which you wont notice until half way through your day. You throw on a jacket, grab your bag, leave the house, lock the door, and running ten minutes late finally set off for your place of work.
When you turn up your boss is in a foul mood, and starts having a go at you for the little things you didn't do the day before. Seething, you continue your day getting progressively more and more stressed out. The bitch at the desk next to you keeps making snide remarks about a strange musty smell you realise to be your hair. Linda on the second floor keeps ringing you whilst your trying to type up a report to fill you in on what she did over the weekend, none of which really interests you. After snapping at her, and her hanging up on you in a mood you go for your dinner. You go down to the canteen, fill up your tray, get to the till only to find that in your rush you haven't taken any money out and they don't accept cards. Leaving, red faced, you decide to starve until you get home, and go upstairs to finish off that report which your boss is now nagging you about. At 5.45, 15 minutes late, you shut down the computer and leave for the bus home which is due in 5 minutes. So you set off practically jogging, you can see the bus at the end of the road, but it's o.k because you're almost at the stop and there's a queue. Then you go and trip on that one bit of uneven pavement that's sticking up, everything falls out of your bag, and whilst you're busy scrabbling around to pick the contents of your bag up off of the floor the bus pulls in, 3 people in the queue get on and as you run to get on the doors close and it pulls away.
It's another 20 minutes before another bus turns up, you get on and spend the journey thinking of ways you can finally relax when you get in at the same time as trying to block out the noise of a screaming baby and an inquisitive child ("mummy why is the sky blue? but why mummy? why? why? why?").
You get home, kick off your shoes, flop down on the sofa and try and block the events of the day out. You've been sat down literally 5 minutes before your mother gets home, demanding rent, and ranting about the dishes not being washed. After a short argument you stomp up to your room and try and use the quiet and the solace to just relax and read a book. Only your sister comes in to fill you in on what a brilliant day she's been having. After she eventually leaves, you turn on your computer to check your email and chat to your friends, only the internet isn't connecting. So you decide to get something to eat, only to find that mother hasn't done any shopping and the only thing the cupboard has to offer you is cornflakes, so you pour yourself a bowl, go to the fridge to get the milk only there isn't any in there. Trying anything to make the day go faster, you continue reading your book, get to the last couple of pages only to find they've somehow stuck together and won't come undone without tearing. By now it's 9.30, a reasonable time to go to bed, so you put on some pyjamas, climb under the duvet close your eyes and wait for sleep to come. Only it doesn't. After several hours of tossing and turning you finally fall asleep at just after midnight, remembering that in 6 hours time you just have to wake up to face the same shit over again.
An extreme example yes, but, it can happen.
Most days actually, at least one thing, similar to what I described will happen. Something which irritates you a little. You just don't pay much attention to it until everything gets lumped together in what is officially, your worst day of the year.
The whole point of this? Just to prove to you, that I'm not the only one who hates everything.
Because I guarantee you, you do as well.
You just haven't realised it yet.