Chapter One: Diary of a wimpy adult
Everyone has them. Good days and bad days. Ups and downs. This is how life is for everyone. The rich and the poor, the healthy and the sick, normal people and people that actually enjoy minigolf: All of us have to endure life’s cruel ways, some more and some less. Those experiences shape who we fundamentally are as a person and what we believe in.
This sounded very poetic and wise in my head but now that I’m seeing it typed out on paper it just sounds like I’m trying to sound clever when I’m clearly an absolute and utter fool.
No one controls into which life they are born. It’s not a personal choice, although I very much wish it was.
My life is great. I think. Sometimes. On certain occasions. I am trying to convince myself that it is and I′m aware that I′m doing a miserable job, thank you very much. Sidenote: My family is very dysfunctional.
Already hitting you with the heavy stuff, I know. You thought you came here for a good time; That you’ll have a read that will hopefully expand your horizon, have a cathartic effect on your outlook on certain topics and impact your life positively in some way, right? Well, you ain’t getting any of that with this one. I′m just here to complain. Nothing more and nothing less. Basically, I want YOU to feel as miserable while reading this as I sometimes do in my day-today life because I am a very bitter and cynical person.
Now that we got this out of the way, we shall proceed with the actual “heavy sh*t”:
