The real me is at the end

To all of you who have talked to me in the last three days (or read my tweets for that matter) you may have noticed an uncharacteristic shift in my attitude. Between my new obsession with chanting IHE (I hate everything-- shutout to you know who you are) and a new found appreciation for swear words, it would be fair to say that I have been pretty pissed off lately. In fact, I fear, I may be becoming a (gulp) pessimist.

Prior to this week, I had always made it a point to not accept stress into my life and I still believe that it is completely useless and deleterious to a human being's well being. But what I now understand is that at times it is unavoidable. I used to lecture my friends about caring too much. They, like I do now, needed to stop, smell the roses and put everything into a grander perspective. But at times like this, I realize that people can become powerless to the situations they are placed in.

The worst part is that as dissatisfied as certain things are making me right now, my own dissatisfaction is what is keeping me this way. It's like, I am acknowledging how unhappy I am and, because of the stress-free life I have always preached, am only becoming more unhappy.

But really, what the fuck am I supposed to do about it?

Because, as I've recently discovered, some problems are not so easily solved. Sometimes all you can do is stick your feet out of the window, feel the wind, and accept that this is where you are.