Sometimes I just can't believe that my life is happening to me. Not the WOW, MY LIFE IS HORRIBLE AND I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M LIVING IT kind of way or the EVERYTHING IS SO AMAZINGLY PROFOUNDLY WONDERFUL kind of way, but the I JUST WOKE UP AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT'S EVEN GOING ON kind of way.
Sometimes I think I'm in a dream when I'm really not, or vice-versa. And I have this tendency to think:
The extreme things that happen, not just all around the world, but to me as well....JUST DON'T EXIST. Because I'm a Normal Person. And extreme things don't happen to Normal People. They just don't. So therefore, they don't exist and are all carefully constructed plots by the government to move our attention away from our financially failing country.
It's like I assume (in fact, I do assume) that since I live what is culturally accepted as a Pretty Normal Life, that I am forever doomed to the illusion that Pretty Bad Crap never happens to Pretty Normal People.
And what I've learned is that just because your problems seem small and insignificant, they are still problems. I believe that if you feel strongly that something is not right, you should attempt to fix it or at least think about fixing it (for we can all agree that thinking about something can be just as hard as actually doing it). And since I've learned throughout this week (or rather, in the past 5 hours) that I cannot trust myself to judge the grandeur of my/other folks' problems accurately, than I am now of the mind that every PROBLEM is a PROBLEM no matter how small or how LARGE we perceive it to be.
And I just realized that the first part of this post had almost nothing to do with the last part of this post.
But hey! Life is a journey, so why shouldn't my blog posts be...
...I guess?
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