I am not sure if it's a good thing or a bad one, but the (for sure) baffling deal about life is that it can always get worse. No matter how much of a pickle you are in, life is mockingly creative enough to slam in another one at you. It's true to the extent of being funny, really, and the worst part of it all is that it comes with the realization that, 'Oh Dear God, I was so much better off before.'
I would so want to be the person, who sees the glass half full, who finds happiness in unfavorable times, yata yata yata - all rosy and peachy, but sadly I am not. I am also not saying that all the misfortunes of the wide world have been thrust upon my feeble shoulders, no! But there are times in my life (and the frequency now seems to be increasing bloody freakishly) where just about the time I try to reason my way out, telling myself, it can only get better from here, life is sadist enough to prove otherwise. I am not happy about the amount of negativity I have in me at this point in my life, and looking at this blog staring right back at me, I am sad that it wreaks colossally of it - Probably the reason I didn't blog the last few weeks...
So, the traditional word for it is - "HELP!!!" but I would rather just sit gracefully in a silent dignified manner, and wait to see how many actually got that.