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Chapter IV: So the day started out not quite as bad as one would expect, yet there remained the hours ahead to call upon the powers of My sometimes incredibly bad luck. One thing I could never stand was to have a good morning only to be faced with a horrid afternoon, evening, and night. Unfortunately, that standard has the general tendency to happen on a basis of randomized regularity. Today was rather nice, however, and I was glad enough to see it come to an end without too much respite. On the other hand, there will be opportunity for that when the morning finds Me numb and helpless in My bed. The fact is that I have grown accustomed to this run of things, this game of Russian Roulette life likes to dress as.Some would find this outlook pathetic and bleak, but I find it not too intolerable. After all, I am still Michæl; I have never been one to let the horse shit of the 'daily routine' overwhelm Me so much that I would forget that important fact and what it means. I am not exactly a "go-getter", but I am not weak in Spirit either. I have surprised Myself time and again with My refusal to just curl into a bawl just because Life occasionally does not seem to appreciate Me nearly as much as I do it. Life has given Me the opportunity to develop My precious few skills, and I have met some nifty people along the way, as well. On the other claw, Life finds a way to kick Me where it hurts; trouble with family, the constant process of migrating from one 'home' to the next, a dreadful lack of money managing skills, and no particular respect for figures in authority have left Me mentally hunched over with inner boo-boos. But, as I said before, I have never let it tear Me down to the level of utter Self pity and disillusionment. I have too much pride and respect for Myself to do such a pointless and foolish thing. I still feel that I have an important role to play in this existence of Mine, and I will see it through if it kills Me. Well, enough of My not-so-thought-provoking banter...it is rather late and I must get up early in the morning to face whatever horrors the day may hold for Me... |
(12/02/1997) |
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