Time Flies, But Who Cares?

Hard to believe it's been 2 months since my last visit. What's less difficult to believe (for me anyway) is that there really isn't anything I need to cover to bring all my thousands of loyal imaginary readers up to date. I still have the same job that I never told you about in the first place, I still have the same house that I've never discussed, and I'm stilling going to school for a degree I have yet to elaborate on. All in all, life's life-y.

The truth is I'm having problems galore, but no one wants to discuss stuff like that on a blog, right? It's all supposed to be entertaining. Sure, you can add a little drama and intrigue, but don't be a downer. Heck, even the Nie Nie blog has to constantly make references to their hopes and prayers and how much they believe everything will work out, because if people who were suffering like they did ever put how angry and frustrated and distraught and disgusted they were with life in general nobody would ever read it. Gotta end on a high note!

That's not to say that Stephanie or anybody else suffering through tragedy is definitely feeling those feelings, but I know a majority of them are. How do I know this, you may ask? Simple, because if they didn't feel that way, then those people who have such a genuine positive outlook on life wouldn't be the rare gems that they are. I mean, if everybody who survived a crippling car crash (ah, alliteration) had a smile on their face and a song in their heart, we wouldn't be all, "Wow, you're such a strong person." We'd probably be all, "Quit that singin' crap. I'm tryin' to watch Sportscenter."

I dunno. I guess the point is that nothin' that's wrong with me isn't wrong with everybody else on some level. We all got problems. Maybe that's the antithesis of my little imaginary world in the last paragraph. That's why we aren't entertained by other people's problems. We're all trying to watch Sportscenter!