Every Day You Give It Your Best Shot…

…and then the Universe reminds you that it can mess with you at will.

Not “someone’s got a brain tumor” messing with you, or “five-car sigalert blocking the left three lanes and you’re bleeding out at the bottom of it” messing with you, but still, messing with you. More like a “here’s something pretty which you really, Really, REALLY want, right here, see it — BUT YOU CAN’T HAVE IT, psych!” messing with you. And then the Universe does it again, just because it can. And then the Universe reminds you that there are some demons lurking just over the horizon and the horizon is getting closer.

And then Wendy’s messes up your order and you don’t get your fries, which is really good because you really shouldn’t be eating them anyway, so maybe this is the Universe’s way of saying that it’s looking out for you even if you don’t appreciate it, but damn it I was in the mood for fries!

And then you read the comments on an internet article and we all know you should NEVER read the comments on an internet article, but you do it anyway then you’re once again having your faith in humanity put to the test.

And in the end, you feel like this:

But then you feel just the teensy-tiniest bit better (even though your head really does feel like that thing looks) because instead of shouting at the Universe using language of which your mother would not approve, you went and wrote 285 silly words and one stupid picture. And deep down in your soul of souls you know you chose the better alternative, no matter how much you might doubt that from moment to moment.