I pride myself on being a positive, upbeat person. I like to see the glass as half-full, the donut as being all about the yummy cake. And yet sometimes the Universe puts even the most intrepid PollyannaÂ through her paces. Sometimes even the savviest spin doctor canÂ only spin her ownÂ story but so much. Sometimes, my friends, life just really, really…
In the spirit of keeping it real here onÂ hopetarr.com, here are a few primo examples of well, The Suckage.
You’re down to the wire on your manuscript deadline when the person in the apartment above yoursÂ decides to take up the mandolin. Preferred practice hours: midnight to 2:30 AM. Preferred practice location: the room directly above your bed.
You receive a summons for jury duty, andÂ the trial date is set for not only the very week but the very day your manuscript revisions are due.
You fly thousands of miles to see your long distance love interest, a man who for seven months has written you letters that would have Ovid reaching for the box of tissues, only to discover that, like the book says, he’s just not that into you.
I think there may have beenÂ a black fly in the chardonnay the other day too, butÂ really in light of everything else,Â that’sÂ pretty manageable.
Memo to Alanis Morissette: no, it’s most certainlyÂ not ironic. It’s just damned bad luck.
But enough about my charmed life.Â C’mon and spill some beans, dish some dirt. C’mon, be a sister,Â and give it up.
How has your life suckedÂ lately?