Drama du jour

[kellinator]

This morning I was reading a book about the secrets of happy people, how they don't get bent out of shape over little stuff.

Then I lost a contact.

I now remember why I'm not a happy person. Just about any little thing that goes wrong (in my defense, this was a little more than usual; I'm now squinting out of a pair of mangled glasses that look worse than Harry Potter's pre-Hogwarts, and the Emory health care people just completely suck -- they know you have to come there, so why should they both making it pleasant for you? Fuck them, I'm going to LensCrafters) puts me into hysterics, makes me feel like I have no control over my life.

I'm a little calmer now. But now I'm upset with myself.

*whimpers* I don't wanna be a crazy person.

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[cinderly.livejournal.com]

Now, are these happy people, or dumb people? Because I've often reflected that if I were 50 or so IQ points dumber, or less educated, I'd be a whole lot happier.

Misery is the price of intelligence, I think. Or something.