i like to think that around these parts i'm known for some snark, a dash of bitch, and splash of just not giving a shit. with that being said i must admit that people annoy the ever living shit out of me. between the whining, the dream chasing, and the general monotonous bullshit i can usually only tolerate a very small amount of the nonsense before i have to close all internet windows and crawl into my bed to decompress.
images like this make me stabby.
if i had my way it would look like this.
because everything i see is based on chasing your dreams and being the best you can be. and all of that is measured on some insurmountable scale of bullshit that anything less than that is considered failure.
since when did mediocrity become such a travesty? why do i have to stomach constant rants about following dreams, making things happen, and "do something you love and you will never work a day in your life?"
because i think that's all total shit. no one is going to be so constantly happy when the expectation of happy is so grossly inflated. i like to think my life's motto is realistic (although people might consider it a bit negative).
for the majority of the world things aren't going to pan out like you dreamed it would when you were nine.
and what is honestly wrong with that?
there is no way in hell that when i graduated high school and set off for college that i ever thought i would end up working at a brush company and moonlighting as a server on the weekends. but is it really all that terrible? are all of my bills paid and sometimes i have some leftover to buy things like cat knick knacks and other fantastical things i don't need? yes.
we set ourselves up to fail when we assume things will magically fall into place and our dream job will fall out of the sky into our laps or that your prince charming will magically poof out of nowhere and do things like take out the garbage or shovel the walk way the first time you ask them. it's just not realistic. and then you end up some bitter piece of shit because you built everything up in your mind to be something that it's never, ever going to be.
i have to make peace with the fact that my dream job of sitting around all day looking at funny pictures of cats on the internet or possibly maybe even being a cat won't ever happen. and that's ok.
because i refuse to let my contentedness be defined by other people's misguided understanding of happiness.
also - DOG PAWS.