Alisha and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
Friday, July 7th, 2006My mom told me that when I was in elementary school, after my class read Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day we were given the assignment to write about our very own terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days–mine ended up being all about my terrible, horrible, no good, very bad mom…and, so far, she hasn’t let me live to forget about it (not that I even remember writing it in the first place). Well, today the theme remained the same, but my mother will be happy to know she is in no way culpable for what was one of the worst overall days I’ve had in recent memory. Now I shall proceed with the melodramatic whining…
Everyone has those days when nothing seems to go right, and I’m sure that we all feel like we get more than our fair share of these particular days…but I’m convinced that this actually is the case for me. I’ve decided that my life’s equilibrium settles at a frustrating, yet seemingly manageable level of crappiness, interspersed with brief periods of excitement and/or happiness. My one comfort is that I’m fully able to appreciate those moments of happiness because they are so completely out of the ordinary for me. But as happens in science, equilibrium is eventually reestablished, and life reverts back to mediocrity and mundanity, sprinkled with encounters with incompetence for good measure. Queue the government workers.
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