Sometimes I think that I've spent too much time in my life fabricating realities for myself that I hold life to an unreliable expectation to be able to compose myself and my life with just as much ease and effortless wave of my pen stroke. And I try to be just as realistic as the next guy, but let's be straight, fuck reality. Reality has some ridiculous bull shit. But life also has beauty and wonder. And the unforseen forces of life have delivered the most amazing significant others in my life. Maybe its all my laziness talking, because, truth be told, I'd rather just stay in bed in my underwear all day and write books that materialized into reality. Its so much easier that way. But life isn't meant to easy. That's why its a bitch (not a slut). But let's face it, sometimes feeling helpless isn't such a bad thing. It gives us time to reflect and analyze who we really want to make ourselves to be, or not. All I know is, shit gets tough. And today is one of those days where my happy-go-lucky self got a little punch in the gut because I'm completely human (as much as I'd like to be superhuman). I'm not perfect. And as much as I don't want to believe it as I type this, that is okay. Imperfect is interesting. And god forbid I ever become boring! So if you're in the slump that I am today, do us both a favor and breathe. There are much more catastrophic realities than our first world, 21st century trivialities. Its not worth making mountains out of molehills. Be happy being human. That's all there is for you to be.