This poor old world groans under the weight of my expectations.
I really like the idea that we have a tendency to categorize our life experiences as good, bad, or indifferent. I really do characterize so much of my life as routine, boring, uninspiring. I suspect that I enjoy the agony and the ecstasy a little too much. The "good" things snap under the pressure of my outlandish demands and the "bad" things grow to monstrous proportions. The rest of the time I tend to sit and wait for something exciting to happen.
The trick is to take enjoyment out of the mundane, to be grateful that I don't have to spend all of my time struggling simply to survive. I got it good, that's for sure.
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