Shit Always Comes
The Never-Ending Cycle
You know, it’s funny how life has this uncanny ability to throw the same challenges at you, over and over again. It’s like there’s an unwritten law of the universe that dictates, “Thou shalt deal with the same crap repeatedly.” And let me tell you, I’ve become quite the expert at navigating through this endless loop of chaos.
Picture this: a seemingly tranquil morning, birds chirping, sun casting a golden glow, and I’m sipping my coffee with hopes of a peaceful day ahead. Just as I start to believe that maybe, just maybe, today might be different, the inevitable happens — my phone rings with an urgent crisis on the other end. You’d think I’d be used to it by now, but no, each time it’s like a fresh slap in the face.
I often wonder if there’s some sort of cosmic checklist, and my name is right at the top — “Make sure to visit this poor soul with some unexpected disaster, pronto!” It’s a never-ending cycle that leaves me questioning the very fabric of reality. I mean, how can one person attract such a consistent stream of absurdity? I must have been the star student in the “Dealing with Chaos 101” class up there somewhere.
Take, for instance, my attempts at romance. You’d think I’d eventually stumble upon a stable, drama-free relationship, right? Wrong. It’s like I have a radar for complicated individuals who bring enough baggage to fill a cargo plane. Just when I start believing I’ve found “the one,” boom! It all comes crashing down like a house of cards in a hurricane.
And don’t even get me started on career endeavors. It’s like I’m magnetically drawn to the most bizarre, unconventional paths. From a failed attempt at goat yoga instruction to a short-lived stint as a professional watermelon seed spitter (yes, that’s a thing), my CV reads like a carnival sideshow.
But you know what? Despite the constant onslaught of chaos, there’s a strange comfort in knowing that no matter what life hurls my way, I’ll somehow find a way to navigate through the mess. Maybe it’s a testament to human resilience, or perhaps I’ve just developed a twisted sense of humor that helps me see the silver lining in every storm cloud.
So, here I am, coffee in hand, staring down the abyss of another day in the never-ending cycle of craziness. Will today be any different? Probably not. But hey, at least I can rest assured that I’ve become a master at dodging those curveballs, even if they do seem to have a personal vendetta against me. After all, there’s one thing I’ve learned for sure — shit always comes, but so does the strength to deal with it, over and over again.
