As a ball of energy turned human, this life shit fucking sucks and the other beings of flesh don't make it any easier.
Every day is like a reintroduction of all the inconveniences that make life not worth living.
For as great as modern life can be, it seems humans interject unnecessarily to the point that these conveniences turn into wasted time and energy.
Every morning the day begins with the failures of the flesh bag called the human body.
Every body is different but they all suck in their own special ways.
Walking around the apartment until the tummy pains go away.
Many reasons for the pain. Could be all or nothing.
Emptiness, menstruation, too much gas, too. Much acid, maybe nothing at all.
Getting ready to leave, checking multiple apps to ensure the bus is coming, and they all say different things.
You would think with so many people needing to get to one place to another, there would be more buses, but nope.
That would make too much sense
Having to go to an even further bus stop to catch another bus will probably make me late to work but it's better than not showing up.
Getting there late for my 3 hour shift of $17 is better than not getting anything at all.
Bus shows up late but does show up.
6 minutes until work starts and until the bus gets me there, there's a phone call.
Phone calls on the bus drive usually aren't timed very well.
Humans' sixth sense of calling at the most inopportune time always comes to get you in the end.
Family emergencies and office lobbies.
On time but with baggage. Fine. Life happens.
But liabilities and last minute calls, with the inability to understand that human life doesn't care about what you want, ends with humans making things more complicated than it needs to be.
With all being resolved in 5 minutes after work officially started.
Everything going back to whatever normal is with the added appreciation that human beings are just a dead end.
Everything happening all at once, to now slow down to business as usual.
The anxiety of it all stays. The frustration stays. Everything inside stays the same will life forces me forward.
Time continues. Life drags you along.
A pit of feelings all congealed into something that I still need to move with me.
Anger might be the fuel that pushes me forward day to day, but underneath it all is the satisfaction that one day this will all end.
The ball of energy, mistakenly trapped, finally released to do nothing.
What a relief that would be.
Until then, it's tummy aches, multiple bus apps, having to over explain yourself to people, barely making enough to sustain yourself, and the disappointing feeling of doing it all over again the next day.
