For the first time since I was a kid, I don’t think that my life totally sucks.
I know, right? I shouldn’t admit this fact, even in writing, here on my basic bitch blog. It’s just asking for everything to come crashing down on me, like hey, hold up, who the fuck do you think you are?
Happy? Ha, no. This is unacceptable. You’re supposed to be miserable for the rest of your days, Mer! Living in perpetual survival mode, chick.
Tsk. The audacity to feel anything but doom and gloom!
But it’s the truth, so take that universe! Bite me.
The world hasn’t changed. It’s still tough out there, people are largely assholes. Money (or lack thereof) is still an issue when something breaks and needs replaced or fixed. I miss my mom every single second. I worry about many things. I feel like turds on toast because of fibromyalgia. As always, I deal with it the best way I can and live for my good days.
The difference is now I see things from a new perspective and it’s still so new to me that I’m finding it a challenge to fully explain it, to find the proper words that’ll do the gift of TMS justice.
Perhaps one day, the perfect metaphor will suddenly come to me.
Until then, all I can really do is be as happy as a piggy rolling around in the mud, oinking with much relish and gusto!