They say that some mystical being only gives you what you can handle.
They say that from adversary comes strength.
They say that only special people have special children and what doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger.
They can suck my non-existent flaccid male appendage.
Every few months I turn to MPS and say ‘I just can’t take any more’
And then the universe wanders over and casually empties its pockets of the shit it saves for the truly special people to prove me wrong.
You will take it and you will smile and pretend that it is all fine.
You will smile and take on new projects and support others all while in your head you are screaming
So, as is my way I reach a crescendo and burst into a fiery ball of vitriol and hate and woeisfuckingme.
And then emerge with new hope from the cooled ashes.
And bitch and moan about the mess.