It’s hard to be excited for a wet blanket

Posted by High Priestess Kang as Personal

We all know someone who is so exceedingly negative that the mere act of peering in on their lives becomes an exercise in futility and utter frustration.  Granted, I’m as cynical as the next person, but I can certainly thank my lucky stars and share my joy when good things happen upon me.

Then, there is the wet blanket.  The person that, no matter what happens to them, their life is total shit.  They are their own martyr.  They constructed their own cross to bear.  And, they do it eloquently, deploying words to paint a picture of their own, odious suffering and turmoil.

As I sit, very busy but very happy with my new job, I want to not let wet blanket cloud my happy place.  Unfortunately, sometimes you cannot escape the smelly, wet blanket and you, yourself, turn into something bitter and annoying - through mere association.

It totally sucks having that element shit on your parade.

I suppose I will never understand what it’s like to have to complain about every single phucking thing that goes on around you.  Isn’t life too damn short.

And…

…to be utterly selfish…

…it deprives me of the right to share in the joy or celebration.  I want to smack that bitch upside the head with my happy stick in an attempt to make her happy.

Unfortunately, that would be a waste of time.

So, I eat chocolate and think of lulzy caek instead.