Once upon a Monday Morning, I wonder why everyone around me these days persists in behaving as if their life is uniquely fucked up? They whine and moan and complain as if they were the only people who have to stay-late-at-work, who-cannot-find-a-woman (or man, depending on preferences), who have been dumped (even if it was by the scum of the earth), who are going through a quarter-mid-half life crisis, who are scared that they're going to die someday without having achieved anything meaningful with their lives, who want kids but can't figure out how to get some (literally). As much as I sympathize with all these, and other miscellaneous woes, I really wish these worthy individuals would stop posing as if they're the only people on the planet to experience these miseries. Let's face it, the only lonely individual on this planet is the universally happy one. All of us are miserable, all of us are wondering what-the-fuck-to-do with our life, all of us have fucked-up-love-lives and all of us want a lot more than we have at the moment. With all due respect to my whining friends, I wish they'd open their eyes at the multitude of miserables out there screaming 'join the club' and quit the drama now.
Life sucks. It's never going to get any better. So you may as well do everyone else a favor and stop boring us with your incessant whining. Think about it as your only great contribution to humanity. Thank you, good-bye.