I don’t get it.
I just don’t get it!
Just when I think I’ve done well
In managing the hard shit life has been throwing at me lately
With maturity and dignity and grace
And still keeping my sanity and emotional balance intact
No matter how brutal the waves of backlash
No matter how great the suffering
No matter how challenging the behavior
No matter how deep the rejection
No matter how tempted I’ve been to say fuck it all!
And simply disappear (yeah that’s been a real thing)
The phone rings
And the universe says
Sorry, fragile human
We have one more thing for you to deal with
So suck it up buttercup!
You’re kidding. Right?
You couldn’t give me a fucking minute?
To find my place in this suddenly foreign landscape?
Sometimes I think it’s better to dwell in the blackest black
To feel from the meanest places
To stay in the darkest moods
And harbor the most sinister thoughts
Then to be a ray of fucking sunshine.
Okay, Universe…I hear you.
But just so you know…
A . Single . Solitary . Fucking . Thread .
That’s all I’ve got left.
And if it snaps.
And I’m taking my fucking toys with me!
For fuck sakes.