We are all four legged spiders. We are victims of life. We parade our suffering like badges. Our world is littered with self-pitying status updates. I can hardly speak to anyone these days without getting a report regarding their miserable week. What they don’t realize is that the person they are droning on to is, in their own attempt at a little sympathy begging, preparing a list of calamities to recite as soon as they can get a chance to yap. We desperately cling to suffering because we somehow developed this idea that suffering begets greatness or riches or some such other muck.
I too do this sometimes. Anyone who has spoken to me a week before a test can attest. Truth is it isn’t that bad now is it? I passed. Eventually… And although I do get lack of sleep, pain and stress and all that nonsense… but so does everyone else. There will always be a spider with one less leg than you. I don’t care how bad your week was. There is a child in Africa who doesn’t even own a Wii. . . Stop bitching.
If you aren’t going to win the sympathy race and everyone else is too busy feeling sorry for themselves to give a rats ar…hoot, then why are you doing this to yourself you poor bugger? You me a fighting spirit. Show me that you are the poster child for “survival of the fittest”. I don’t care that you have had a kak week. I do however admire a strong personality.
I saw the four legged spider again today. The little bugger was still crawling around.
Side note: Someone just asked me if I eat… No. I come with a pair of USB cables and need to be recharged every 12 hours.
