Everyone I have ever met is fucked in the head. I mean it, all of you! It’s not a bad thing, just the truth. I’ve noticed this about a lot of people in my life, as well as the people at the bars downtown, the parties around the corner, and parked cars in the lot. Everyone seems to be searching to fill that void. Whatever void it is you try to fill, for each individual there is a void.
I know my story, sadness, crying, anger, blabidyblah! But it’s definitely not just me, as much as I want the world to revolve around me, it’s not just me. We all have certain triggers that have the potential to set us off into madness. Some of us guard that button better than others, but it’s still there. Waiting. Waiting for one more excuse to set it off. The insanity trigger.
My trigger goes off when I don’t get my way. I don’t mean in the Willy Wonka, Veruca Salt kind of way, I mean the way when I try so hard to do and be what’s right but still the walls come crashing down . This always leads me to wonder, why me? Oh, the sorrow, why me? Because that‘s what happens. Life is a tricky concept to grasp. Horrible things happen in life. Horrible things happen to me. But it’s not just me. We all have that trigger.
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