Whilst I've been sitting around having this wonderful glamourous life for the last couple of days, I've been focusing on a few things that chap my ass, and I thought that I would share them with you, thereby participating in my friend Christine's theme for the month over at Strange Pilgram, "Suck It."
First off, two phrases that I have heard quite enough of lately: "It's the economy." and "In these tough economic times." OKAY. WE GET IT. Things are tough all over. I don't need it rammed down my throat every time I turn on the radio or television. How about focusing on the farking positive instead of the negative, folks? These are opportunities to help each other out, to see how we can make things last, to see what we really don't need. Less is MORE, dammit. Try on my rosy fucking glasses, wouldja?
Next, two things that suck the damn life out of me: turds and feathers. I spent the vast majority of yesterday chasing turds around from various lifeforms around here that I feed. In return, the little bastards ALL reward me with turdage. I have bird turdage, which is at least self contained. Then I have goose and duck shit all over my gangway that I have to *titters* GOOSE STEP through to get to the hose so I can wash it off before it gets drug into the houseboat. Now to add to the fun, this little kitteh? Decided that it did not like the (all natural corncob) litter that I bought whilst I was still fool enough to keep her in the screened in porch, so she eschewed the litterbox in favor of select corners of the porch to deposit her little favors in. Lucky me. When I was all done, and the floors had all been mopped and I finally plopped down in my glider to boot up the computer, my eyes drifted under the futon where they saw...FEATHERS. I just get done with round one, and round two starts. *rolls eyes* May I just say with the distaste that I feel, "MUTHERFUCKER"?
My final suck it gripe o'the day is more a concept than a tangible thing. Buyer's remorse. Especially when the object of the remorse is VERY NICE and you know it will last FOREVER. Because every day, for the REST OF YOUR FUCKING LIFE, every time you look at it, it will mock you. You can look forward to your eyes falling on it every day, several times a day, and thinking of all the other things you could have done with that money. You will come to hate it over time, as it represents a lifetime of hemorrhaging money for things you really didn't need, but because it was so very dear, you must maintain the charade of love it love it love it.
Yes, these things suck, but I guess in the grand scheme of things, they are lessons learned. The economy sucks. Into each life a little smelly stuff must fall, but it will be tempered with the soft things that drift down into each of our lives without us seeing them until they are already THERE. And our mistakes are with us always, but hopefully we learn from them in the long run and don't let them ruin us.
Shit runs deep in the river, ya'll.