So NOT Content
For any that have read this blog a time or two, you know that I have a way about my writing. There are days I am funny, days I am thoughtful, days I am inquisitive, and yes, even days I am down. Despite all of these feelings I try, in the very least, to show some contentment for how I feel. I look at the other guy and say to myself, or sometimes to you, "hey, you know what, you do have it worse, and for that I am content with myself." This isn't because I am gloriously laughing at their discomfort or misfortune, but that my cross, at that time, isn't, by perception, as heavy of one to carry. Then, and only then, can I be thankful for the life I have and be comfortable in the contentment of it all. However, today isn't one of those days. No, in fact, today is one of those days that I want to reach into the computer and throttle all the happy bloggers, wring the necks of those who have nothing but happy dancing mushrooms and swinging monkey-...