“Everything Bad Always has to Happen to ME”

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There are people who cry over everything. Everything. 
Maybe not literally but still I am sure you get the picture. 
If there isn’t a reason to cry then they will invent one. (They are resourceful that way)
 
They will be crying that they didn’t get tickets at the movies. 
And their boss hates ONLY them. 
And they look ugly. 
And the other guy at the office makes more money for doing much much less. 
And their partner does not compliment them. 
And if they do then they say the same things and never anything new. 
And the dry cleaner is out to cheat them.
And the milk boiled over.
And the chicken got over before they got to it in the buffet line at the wedding. 
 
 
Their anthem lyrics are  ‘Everything bad Always has to happen to me.’
 
 
You can follow them like you could Hansel and Gretel. 
Except instead of bread crumbs – you will find at regular intervals giant pools of teardrops. 
 
One soggy step after another. 
Oh we all have miserable moments. And we all have those days when nothing goes right. And it is ok to get upset once in a while.
But to revel in misery??
Lie down in the misery, flap your hands and legs about and make snow angels – Little untidy wet misery angels.
 
 
You can point out all the half full glasses. 
And they will convince you drought has begun.
 
You can point out the bright side all you like. 
They will point out an ugly black mole smack bang right in the centre.
 
I say – Grab those half full glasses and bolt for the door. 
 
I have one tiny little life to live. I can’t go through it soaking wet with someone else’s unstoppable tears. 
 
 
 
p.s. If we find a tear harvesting and desalination machine for tears – all those drought stricken countries could have a constant source of water. 
 
 
 
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Stupid Optimism or Inadvertent Wisdom?

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Sitting in the car after a 10 hour journey negotiating deceitful hairpin bends and torrential rain when we finally saw the tree/boulders blocking our way – the first thought that popped into my head?
 
No. It wasn’t that we might have to turn back.
 
No. It wasn’t that we might be stranded in the cold nowhere for the night.
 
No. It certainly wasn’t that we might be victims of a landslide.
 
It was – How much longer will I have to hold it in before we get to a decent restroom ?  
 
Seriously. That is EXACTLY what I thought.
 
Of course after that my thoughts went to other more serious issues. 
But not once – not even once did I think that this might be my last day on earth. 
 
I think there are many many others like me. 
 
People who don’t think of death/accidents in situations like this. 
 
I don’t mean we don’t fear it. I do. I just mean we are so sure that it is not going to happen TODAY.
 
I wonder why. 
 
 
Are we that vain as to imagine that death will find us in a more glorious setting? 
 
That a lonely unsung unheralded death off the side of a mountain is not going to happen to us? 
 
I bet most of the people who died that night – falling off mountains, swept away by a raging river, flattened by boulders, killed by drivers blinded by the rain – thought the same too. 
 
But I prefer my foolhardy overly optimistic stupid way of thinking.  It helps me live better. 
 
I know – I will die. 
 
Just not today.