The easiest thing for us to do, outside of blowing our noses and succumbing to the urge to look at the contents of ye olde handkerchief, is ask for change. Change in our lives, our loves, in our situations. The only thing easier than asking for a change is to blame the universe for the fact that we cannot change. It is so much easier to roll around in self-pity than it is to get naked and look at ourselves in the mirror and see our flaws. Yeah, it's way easier to live in Miseryville than to get up and move. Why? 'Cause moving is the absolute worse. You fix me a maggot cream pie, with pig pustule pudding and I would rather eat that and wash it down with a cat hair and cucumber shake...than to have to move. When we move we have to pack everything up, we have to throw away the stuff that we shouldn't keep anymore, and we have to start all over somewhere else. So yeah...why not live in Miseryville for a little while longer. I'm sure that misery will turn into happiness someday...all by itself.
"Q"
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