Little venom

Every once in a while something happens to us from the inside and out. For me it happens at a greater rate than most. I see the world without blinders on. In fact, I really try to see everything from the perspective of "How is this going to destroy me?" Some would call it being a pessimist. I call it being real. The world is not rosy. It's not okay. There is much wrong with the world and sometimes the stench comes through that fragrant bouquet of roses. Sometimes life just stinks and there's not much you can do except put on a fake smile, make a joke, buy something shiny and eat tacos. Or pizza. Or even chinese food. But the point is you can't let that devastation ruin you. Yes, it can ruin your life. Yes, it can be painful. Yes, it sucks. But it can't ruin you. You must be better than the pain and the muck and the stench. When it ruins you very few can decipher where the stench ends and you start. It's a hole in the ground that calls to you and tells your friends go ahead and shovel a little dirt on me I'm done. But, at some point you're gonna see that sun shining down in the hole and you're gonna feel that worm crawling across your face and you're gonna say "this dirt is cold and I want pizza again". So, life goes on. And you never really have to start again because you never really stopped. Life is an endless progression that you have no real control of. You can change a few things and tweak a few things but ultimately she will find you. And you will discover you were never really alone. Because the government's been spying on you ever since your parents filed for your social security number. If anything is relevant to you existing that should be a wake-up call. Don't let you're closest admirer be the fed's. You're better than that. Or at least your mom thinks so. Or your dad. Or your grandparents. Whoever filed for that card will tell you so. Because you're more than a number (xxx-xx-xxxx). So the next time that customer service rep slides that piece of paper across his desk and tells you to fill out the info and make sure you hyphenate that ssn number you tell him you're more than that. You don't need his money or his free pen. You're more than a number. You deserve life without some fake shiny car. You want the pony. (You remember the one the parents promised you if you tried hard in school?) You want the brown shiny horse. That's what you deserve. Life has a little venom. Sometimes you get bit. Sometimes your arm swells up and there's not much you can do except wait. The swelling will go down or you'll die. But either way something's gonna happen and that's life. I'm Rueuhy and I approve this blog.