Day 32: 'Tis Better to Have Loved and Lost...

"'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all." No freaking way. Uh uh. Alfred Tennyson, dude, I think we need to have a talk. Think about it. But I know your dead, so take your time. Wouldn't it be bliss to have a little more honesty flowing out there? Don't you agree if someone were to tell you tomorrow, "hey, you know, nobody is really going to love you all THAT much so just have some fun, okay?" WELL, I'd be having a party! Firefighters and police departments everywhere would be having a party. BUT, there's just some little things that hold me back. Little tiny things. I fall in love with everything. Squirrels, cats, dogs, ferrets, grasshoppers. They don't love me back. My friend whom I'm house-sitting for has cats that love me when I feed them, but would eat a chunk of my flesh the minute my eyes closed. I read newspapers, I know what cats are all about. And squirrels. Love the squirrels but would they really bring me some peanuts in the dead of winter when there's nothing else? Or even a little bag of microwave popcorn? I doubt it. Ferrets and grasshoppers just stare at you like you've just stopped by from outerspace. They really have no use for you.

It's the same with job-hunting and jobs. When your job-hunting, I think it would be really nice if someone said, "we only hire brothers/sisters/daughters/sons/cats/dogs so don't bother with this one as we'll just fire you in a year to cover up the fact that Mr. Whiskers can't form a sentence" or "you know, you're really just wasting your time. just throw on a backpack and eat rice and join Greenpeace for the rest of your life because there's nothing else out there for you." I'd eat that s*** up, never having to spend 3 hours again filling out an application and saying things that should never come out of anyone's self-respecting mouth. And if you actually do end up with a job that you love, how does it feel when you get fired or laid off? Pretty crappy, hey? Like time was stolen from you. Time that we really don't have a lot of.

I don't have alot of regrets in my life because I typically deny or forget everything. The few regrets that I do have includes loving someone that didn't love me back (at least they're all happily married now, congratulations, and no, your wives are all beautiful and your children will not come out looking like a team of rats), because it's really time or a shitload of money that I won't get back. The other thing that I regret that is equally as time consuming is working at a job that I thought I loved but chewed me up and spit me out. So no Alfred, I'd prefer to have never of loved. I would be a fine oiled machine by now and know exactly where my life was taking me if I did not cry over my Rice Krispies in the mornings.