If the Gods of Insanely Bad Luck decided to descend on you for twenty four hours, they could not conspire to produce the kind of day as I’m currently living. There is not a thing I’ve done today that hasn’t turned out for the bad. Not one. In fact, I’m deliberately putting a speelling mistake into this post, just to avoid a more embarrassing one creeping in where I don’t intend to put one.
It has got so bad that I was driving back from a last minute trip to the supermarket (don’t ask) when I contemplated how easily it would be for me to get to an airport and fly away, out of this life. How long would credit cards last me before I’d be stuck on the streets?
I can’t wait for today to be over.
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I suggest a shot of something fortified.
A bullet fortified with iron wouldn't be strong enough at the moment.
I should add that I'm far too rational to do anything stupid like that. I'm much more likely to turn into a big blubbering mess. I seem to be annoying everybody who comes into contact with me. On a good day, this would be deliberate. Today, it's not. I'm a walking disaster zone. I can't begin to describe the stupid things I've done.
If blubbering will help and you're sufficiently soundproofed from your immediate neighbors, knock yourself out. Might help.
Incidentally, I did get your letter. I'm just not done with the reply yet. I tend to go on a bit...
If I survive the night and Judy doesn't do me violence, the blubbering will be later on. On days like this, I sometimes wonder how my life could have gone so wrong. I think I'm just socially abnormal. Very few things in my life conform to the norm. Perhaps if I do get a job, I'll start being like everybody else and grow up a bit.
(I was going to ask if you got it despite my very roundabout way of sending it.)
(PS. If you do send a reply, would it be possible to send it to my address dickmadeley@yahoo.co.uk? It's just I don't know what account I have registered with LiveJournal and I'd probably not notice that you'd replied. See, I'm annoying you now. Nothing is straightforward today!)
...I contemplated how easily it would be for me to get to an airport and fly away, out of this life...
Tried it, Richard. Been there, done it, got the t-shirt.
You’re seeing only part of the problem, I’m afraid. Trouble with flying away is that the first person you meet on the other side is yourself. And be aware that this is no fancy personal conceit. Bad luck tends to follow...
I much prefer being a pessimist. Never look on the bright side. Happy go lucky might gratify the ordinary person, but, personally, it makes me feel extremely uncomfortable. Rather as if I were being set up for some new and as yet unrehearsed disaster. Fact is, I walk around expecting trouble. Only way to go...
Dreamy
Sent it off now, to the account of your preference. It's a bit on the lengthy and rambly side....
Ah there is nothing wrong with blubbering... I find it quite hm purifying :) And I completely agree with Dreamy on this one, you cant run away from yourself... anyhow dear old chap anything you need help with give us a shout :)
Then there is the Elberry Way: to actively take pleasure in the mishaps of your life, because you regard yourself as such a terminal buffoon that you've long since given up on getting out of this life with a shred of dignity.
Selena, wise words. I'm a born pessimist. I expect to have these days when nothing goes right. The trouble is when bad luck lasts longer than a day, or, as recently, I've felt things building up to this moment. The smashed laptop screen is the deal breaker and has happened since my original post. It has taught me an important lesson about buying laptops that don't have carbon fibre or titanium cases.
Ax, got it. Many thanks.
Bertas, I'm blubbering as I type. I don't suppose you know anybody who can fix smashed LCD screens in a Sony laptop?
Elberry, I'm sure the Elberry method involves running amok in some fashion. And to be perfectly honest, I'd be quite happy to do that. It might make me feel quite a lot better. [twitch]
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