I have problems. Sure. Lots of them. Many facets in my life are, well, not working right. Could be better. Some not in my power to correct, others within reach but I'm not budging. Some thrust on me, others of my own doing.
In the eye of that shit storm though, I've pretty much forgotten something I've enunciated for as long as I can remember. The world does not care. Guess what? Other people have problems too. Mine seem miniscule, unimportant and even embarrassing to even mention, let alone get upset about.
If I'm not going to shut up and solve it, guess what, no one else is going to give a flying fuck. There are people with issues that pertain to life and death, and I'm not even risking a hair here. It's juvenile to even be concerned with such 'problems'.
You know what? From now on, I'll call them speed bumps. Just drive the fuck over them. It's a minor hiccup in the otherwise fucked up, excruciatingly long and winding road we call life.
The kicker? My solvable problems have simple solutions. Goddamn waste of oxygen you are, Ian.
EDIT: I speel gudz. GP's in 8 1/2 hours and I'm STILL making grammatical errors. Fuck this.