Sometimes the degree to which I experience patterns of exasperating repetition in the general undulation of my life is almost as shockingly nauseating to me as though they were actually nautical.
*Hurl*
It dawned on me though (or I should say it crunched me – as “dawned” implies a warm blanket of epiphanic light, and this was more like being hit by a free-falling refrigerator) that there can be absolutely no doubt with regards to causality: the variables may change, but the only constant in all my failures is me.
But hey, it’s all good. Instantly solves one problem, and I can totally get another QC shirt. Yes, the only thing I like better than my good friend Irony is finding the silver lining in anything.
And besides, losing is a part of life. At least I don’t play for the Miami Heat.
