Bubble Wrap

There are a lot of things that work for others that don't work for me. If you know me, you can probably guess what those things are.

Life is absurd.

Maybe I'd be happier with illusions, but I can't resist bursting them. Like a kid with a sheet of bubble wrap. Bubble wrap protects things. Yes, it's satisfying it is to pop every last air chambler, but then all you have left is an ugly sheet of plastic.

I really, really want to be happy. Right now, the only real way to happiness that I see is to have no expectations. No exceptions and the minimum of hope.

I am not good at this.