Traveling to distant lands and studying the day-to-day lives of foreign
peoples may deepen your understanding that clothes, food and religion
don't really matter because underneath it all, all people are
assholes. Greed and selfishness exist even in countries that don't
have McDonalds and kids are cruel even if they call Santa "Sinterklaas"
or "Muhammad."
Of course, some people aren't assholes, but those people are usually married to one.
The future looks bright, but its probably just the SSRIs kicking in or
early onset glaucoma. Sure, the future is when your internet will be
faster and when time travel is a reality, but it's also when your
stomach grows past your boobs and heart disease wins.
The future sounds good in theory, but so do McRibs.
Old habits die hard unless you're tricked into an intervention when you
thought you were just going for lunch at McDonald's. Then old habits die
pretty quickly because before you know it you're in a van on your way
to rural Utah because you're
not 18 yet which means you get no say in your own life whatsoever.
Old habits die hard unless your family are a bunch of straight-laced over-reactors.
Mondays ruin your Sundays because you spend most of Sunday actively
dreading them. Mondays are the day when you look at the clock the most
and think about your real life, the one you lead on Saturday when
you're not being held prisoner by three half walls and the promise of a
paycheck.
Mondays mornings are also usually the only time in the week when you're actually low carb, before you crumble and hit the drive thru for lunch.
Life is about the journey, not the destination, which is why life
blows. It's usually more like flying with teething toddlers than
sitting on a beach in Cancun, wasted. The trick is to learn to enjoy
the soul-piercing crying and angry glares, especially since you can't
afford Cancun now that the economy tanked and your HSN addiction really
came to a head.
On the upside, sometimes even the destination blows, like when there's
a hurricane in Destin or over in Europe where no one speaks English and
the McDonald's ketchup taste weird.
It's important to celebrate the little things in life because life as a
whole is kind of a let down. You're probably going to get cancer, but
if you listen to a great CD on the way to chemo and stop for a
delicious McFlurry on the way home, it really takes the sting out of
the constant nausea and the nuisance of getting your affairs in order.
They say life is short, but if you celebrate every small thing,
you'll be so busy buying Hallmark cards and scrapbooking all of your
little memories, life will seem excruciatingly long.