My favorite saying is, when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. However, it is not my own agreement and affirmation of it that appeals to me. On the contrary, it is that I hate it. Now, it may seem that I am contradicting myself by saying I hate my favorite saying, but truly, if there isn’t much thought put into it, it makes sense. The reason for my distest is for one simple reason, there is no sugar. Maybe it is the American in me, but I like a little sugar in my lemonade, otherwise it is so tart that your lips squeeze together like a fish.
In my own sour situations, I typically find it hard to find any sugar at all. I usually hide the light that may be at the end of the tunnel. It really is my own self induced ignorance that causes me to never look on the brighter sides of things. I find myself enjoying wallowing in my own self pity and trying to not harder to see the glass half empty. It’s not that I don’t like happiness, I just know that without sadness there isn’t any such thing. In terms of a sour situation, without the sour, we wouldn’t even be able to notice the sweet.
My own greatest flaw, an inability to look at the world with hope in times of grief. Now, don’t get me wrong, I am not a ball of self pity and sadness, not at all. I only speak in manner of situational sadness. When I am happy, I see the world for all of it’s beauty and the lemonade is less lemon and more sugar, an ode to today’s sugary beverages one might say, I merely mean to imply that I am something of a pessimist, but aren’t we all? Isn’t everyone in this eternal struggle for more and more happiness? Happiness. It is the greatest addiction of all.
I’ve always felt bad eating Teddy Graham’s. I feel like I’m killing a tiny bear cub that can’t defend itself. And me, out of greed and hunger murder it without a second thought.
showers are just robots peeing on you
What if we each day we wake up as someone new. We lose all memories of our previous life and take the old one’s that someone else has lived.