Working most of time means you often forget about the grimy not so perfect aspects of reality, you just get so entangled in the stupid little details, such as how you’re not paid enough attention, and other insignificant trivia that really bears little gravity to real life. I coast through life, drinking chai-tea and writing my never to be published novel, whining about boys, then occasionally I leave this little naïve place and are confronted with reality, broken down cars, stolen phones, car crashes, and a whole entourage of smutty bleak existence. It’s seems all those closest to me are feeling the pressure, thinking it’s almost the end of another year, and they have to start over, when really they should be winding up. Things are starting to look pear-shaped, but we manage to not let these somewhat devastating happenings enter our minds and alert us to how utterly arbitrary things are really becoming. One friend has just lost her license for drink driving, another has been kicked out of home and is being forced into taking a polygraph by his apparently loving parents. One had what could have been a fatal accident last night, totally writing off her car, and me, well my car died, not so unexpectedly, but regardless it’s still not terribly pleasurable, and I lost my phone. So the first day I’ve had off in three weeks is spent painfully, and you’ve got to think to yourself is God really this malevolent, or just a sick sadist bastard.

~em

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