Sucking in The Suckiness

Sometimes it’s good to be a kid. A kid as in not caring about right and wrong. A kid as in doing what you want without thinking about what or who would suffer be affected by it. Trust me it’s good. Therapeutic. And I need some therapy right now.

Well, I hate my life. Not all of it but a part of it, quite a large chunk though. From 730am to 630pm to be exact. A few years back I would have written a 100 lines poem to express my hatred towards it. I would whine about it non-stop. Not this time though. Not to say I’m stronger now or I’m more mature with age. I still actually do whine about it occasionally but it’s relatively very mild.

It sucks but it’s bearable, not because it sucks less then my previous whining obsessions but it sucks less because I don’t have to go through the suckiness alone. Having someone to go through it with you makes it bearable. It’s like having airbags in your car. It won’t stop the crash but it will cushion the impact.

All that will be gone soon. The factor that’s making all the pain between 730am to 630pm bearable will disappear. And that sucks. It sucks and it will continue to suck for a long time. There won’t be any stopping the suckiness. Suck and suck all the way. It will soon suck more than weddings (Weddings, I’m not fond of it at all. But for my love I’d do anything. I’d even walk the canopy walk all over again just for my love).

So how am I going to deal with something that’s going to be unbearable soon?
See first para, that’s how. I’m going to whine my way through the day. Rightly or wrongly I won’t care.

And it starts now.