One of my favorite Bon Jovi songs. The struggle for existance that it epitomises makes it ideal for what I'm feeling like right now. I have an ear-splitting headache. My stomach is growling like the Hounds of Hell. I am having an awful hair day and am this close to taking a pair of garden shears and hacking them all off. There are also other aches and bruises in various parts of my anatomy, but much of the same thing gets dull.
On the social front, I feel totally confused. I don't know how to behave, when to behave and whom to behave. I spent the whole day moping about with my head hung down, hoping that nobody noticed my six-foot frame(small wish!). My customary witty and totally funny one-liners were falling with dull thuds in sepulchral silences. It was all I could do to break down and cry at the futility of living.
I know that I'm a moaning and groaning poo-poo head who doesn't have a back bone to stand up to the rigors of this world. I might also come across as a loser. I probably am. I don't know for sure. I mean, who's the loser here? At least I'm able to write about my deficiencies and mock at them. Not a lot of people are able to do that. Then again, not a lot of people have as many deficiencies. Still, I can take comfort in the fact that I am losing weight drastically because of all this worrying and am losing flab. Pathetic, isn't it? Well, they do say that a drowning man clutches at straws. Here's to hoping mine doesn't break.
On the social front, I feel totally confused. I don't know how to behave, when to behave and whom to behave. I spent the whole day moping about with my head hung down, hoping that nobody noticed my six-foot frame(small wish!). My customary witty and totally funny one-liners were falling with dull thuds in sepulchral silences. It was all I could do to break down and cry at the futility of living.
I know that I'm a moaning and groaning poo-poo head who doesn't have a back bone to stand up to the rigors of this world. I might also come across as a loser. I probably am. I don't know for sure. I mean, who's the loser here? At least I'm able to write about my deficiencies and mock at them. Not a lot of people are able to do that. Then again, not a lot of people have as many deficiencies. Still, I can take comfort in the fact that I am losing weight drastically because of all this worrying and am losing flab. Pathetic, isn't it? Well, they do say that a drowning man clutches at straws. Here's to hoping mine doesn't break.
