…..the days dragged on and on like one of those excruciatingly elongated dental appointments where you wind up leaving feeling like a beaten Persian rug hanging from a clothesline, and she wondered to herself if something different and more exciting might lie ahead in the days, weeks, and months stretching out before her akin to a boundless Sahara. Because, quite frankly, she’d grown weary of life itself and the same monotonous, repetitious routine that she found herself mindlessly plodding through every day of the year. No known alternative to life and consciousness exists—She certainly understood and accepted this basic factor in the grandiose equation!—yet she nonetheless found herself wondering with increasing frequency if human life on the small planet Earth was all that it was cracked up to be, and why others celebrated it as though it was some kind of sublime gift even as she had grown frightfully bored with the whole deal and was therefore passively exploring viable alternatives…..and others not so viable…..
Fred's Soapbox 