The Idiot’s guide to Idiocy

It’s like a really really weird restaurant. You’re never sure if you’re going to get a good seat, the waiters are oblivious, the food is inconsistent and doesn’t seem like it’s going to stop coming, add to all this, when you’re ready to leave, said waiter takes forever to bring you your cheque before you’re unceremoniously tossed out on to the street. Bleh.

For those of you a little slow on the uptake, no I’m not talking about dining, but rather, life itself. You can’t choose the circumstances you’re born into, any prayers directed to a higher power is usually ignored, there are ups and downs, sweet and bitter experiences and you can’t really decide when to leave.

Doesn’t do to think too hard about things you can’t change. Can’t really help the company you keep in life either. Best you can do is sit down and try to have a good time before it’s last call at the bar. That’s easier said than done, everyone else is also trying to have a good time, sadly the majority doesn’t care if everyone else is stepped on at their expense. Bastards.

For some it’s easier to whine and cry about "fate" and say it’s all part of God’s plan. Pfft. Sissies. God watches, that’s all there is to it. I haven’t seen any forms of divine intervention lately, have you? When it comes down to it, all that a person can do to have a better life lies in themselves. The blame game gets you sympathy, but doesn’t get you anywhere else.

Hey, if you can’t take all the problems that come attached with life, there’s always suicide

Cheque please, Garson! I’m done with my dining experience!

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