Wednesday, 24 September 2008
(Similar starting point from last time, let's see if I get to say what I initially intended to say this time eh?)
Life is infuriating.
There are ways of dealing with it.
One is by portraying yourself as the only sane person on the planet raging against the petty injustices of the world and the cretins who are responsible.
Unfortunately this path is fraught with danger. It frequently leads of ill conceived screeds of muddleheaded bile whereby a hasty rush up the staircase of metaphor leads to a stumble on the first flight, a knock on the head and the remainder of your time spent clinging desperately to the bannister, blood pouring down your face, incoherently ranting about women's bottoms.
The other is to take a deep breath, try to remember that it's probably not that important anyway and there's probably something at home that will remind you that life isn't all that bad. Or at least distract you until bedtime.