It sucks to be me

I really don't like ranting. I don't want to be whiny and superficial and tiring. Which is why I have this blog. I can rant away and not give a rat's @$$.

I just feel like my life sucks. Writer-ex, who I'm surprisingly in good terms with (we chat almost everyday! gasp!), was flailing his life problems at me and I just wanted to parry all that $hit back to his face and tell him he lives independently of his parents, he has a job that granted is not super decent but he gets to travel AND he has extra time to write, and he has a girlfriend. And they're happy!

Oh I get it. This is karma staring me right in the face. I've had a lot of times in the past where boyfriends would come to me with their problems and I'd think, wow! Aren't I lucky? And it wasn't even in the smug I'm-better-than-you way! I was really genuinely concerned for them, and at the same time I was thankful for being shown how lucky I was (at that time). I'm sure my life right now is so much better than a lot of others' lives, but that's not the point, is it?

It's about what makes YOU happy. It's about standards that are YOUR OWN.

And yeah, by my standards, I'm not happy.



P.S. Of course the proper response to the title of this entry is:

Is there anybody here it doesn't suck to be?