More general absurdity

There are times when I really think my life is not happening to me. I would be certain that someone is playing a joke on me but you just can’t make this shit up. I think my only hope right now is to write down all of the absurd crap that happens in my daily life because I’m beginning to think others might really enjoy a laugh at my expense.

There are days when I just feel like Sisyphus, destined to spend the rest of my life rolling a boulder up a mountain only for it to roll back down on me. It’s not the woe-is-me victim part that I’m relating to here. It’s the absolute absurdity of the action. What keeps me from playing the woe-is-me part is that I can laugh at this. There are times when I’m laughing and crying about it, but at least, somewhere in the chaos, there is laughter. And you know what? That’s MY damn boulder if I want to keep rolling it up hill, I will.

I’m sure I am partially, yet not wholly (I won’t go that far) responsible for creating that boulder. I can take ownership of it. Of course, I’ve not done anything truly heinous like Sisyphus and murdered houseguests, even though the thought has crossed my mind a time or two, so I think I’m still alright. I’m just hoping that each time that boulder rolls back down my mountain a little chunk falls off. I mean, it HAS to get easier. Right?