Oh yeah. Its really pathetic.

After all tomorrow is a new day. The same effing day. No more surprises. Nothing. Everything is laid out on the table. You know exactly what’s going to happen. If you fuck this way, you are going to get fucked that way, and then the resulting fuck because of that fuck, and it goes on. So, you just sit down, plainly decide that all you can do is be normal - Be a part of the great fucking American Commute. Oh no , fuck I ran out of oatmeal. I cant believe that. Geez the cereal bars are gone too. The plastic gallon of 2% reduced fat targeted towards European Ass is empty too. Hmm, Its Monday, am I late, should I take a shower, did I go to bed drunk last night. Do I have a meeting? Shit. You get in your car, rush to the metro or take the highway… staring at the gas guzzling monsters. A skinny Chinese is driving a fucking huge 10 sitter SUV to work alone!!!!!!

Highway sounds good, its terrible though. You are missing the whole scene - people dozing off, putting on make up, literally screaming on phones, exchanging their flip flops for hills, the weirdo at the end staring at the other girl’s cleavage, that stinking asshole, he does look like one should I get off the train? I am scared, and them fucking blog sections on the express. You even get a dummy laugh reading the comic section. And there are those huge chunks that get mixed up - the Tourists. Its fucking simple okay - walk on the left, stand on the right. And on weekends its suppose to be fun, but you are so drunk that you doze off when a hot chick is giving you a pole dance in the metro and end up in Vienna!!!

No more surprises? Well now you will get some. So you get off the train, with your headphones still on listening to “Black Hole Sun”. The only surprise is, the music is mixed up with glimpse of how pathetic your life really is. Look at them. Everybody is having fun. Wow, she is so hottttt. Look at that ass, and those… Suddenly the guy waiting to cross the road speaks out to you — “Amazingly huge huh? Dream on” I was like wtf, you were staring me stare at her .. you could even get one of those emotional BS in your head - “With or Without You”.??

So, work is work besides the usual crap - “How was your weekend” “Awesome” “Did you watch the office?” “Awww he is so cute”. “Dude”, depending on the tone how you would like it to be pronounced “Get a eff’ing life. It sucks okay. Suck it up. Hit the bar.”

You get off the work. Now you actually get it. Its like Deja Vu, I have seen it all before… People trying to smile out their hollow heart, show off how rough of a day they had gone through sitting on a couch, those fucking black or yellow or blue or whatever berry in the hands, weird discussion on how we could save the world while you are not being able to save yourself. And you realize how pathetic the Metro itself is, it can not find words in the whole fucking English dictionary to describe their riders.

Fine, you get home. Actually you are not that tired, but the ramblings your head went through makes you low. You probably care to grab a bottle of beer or jack, lie down on the couch and watch the best TV shows - Which one is it going to be: Californication, Dexter, Tudors, Weeds, Family Guy, The Simpson’s, South Park. Can it get better than that? Well, if you are that pathetic go for it “Which celebrity is Pregnanat as of Now?”, “The top disgusting asses”, “Outrageous VH1 Celebrity Exposures”, “Get a life”.

Well, Then, dirty deeds were done dirt cheap. Now, after two bottles of beer and few puffs of smoke, its not at all odd to find yourself miserable listening to the same old tunes. There is no Black. And There is no white. Its all shades of gray. At each given point, there is a darker side and a lighter side. There is no such thing as brighter side. Nothing is evil. Nothing is divine. Did I miss something somewhere? Where did I fuck up? Did I miss a meeting with my own fucking life?

Its sad but its true. Get a big slap on your face and feel for yourself - “How pathetic you are?”. Its the same everyday. Its monotonous. Its boring. You try to have fun, plan things out - “Lets get together”, “We need to do something”, “Lets plan on”. Exactly, its full of plans like a big fucking circus, that keeps on going around you slapping each time it passes by you. And the worst thing is, you know that you have tried too hard just to have fun, and that just makes it so pathetic.

Cheer up! We all suck at living.
Welcome to the SUCK!