No one tells you how to live your life do they? I mean really live your life. Sure they give the speeches and the moral gyan and all that shit but there is no fukin manual that you can refer to now and then. No yahoo group with a “Troubleshooting” column or some shit like that. A link to the FAQ section.
No little sign which blinks up when the plane is about to land. No switch which tells you that it is now time to turn off all electronic devices. Half way through the journey, there is no one to tell you about the altitude and what you could see down below if the clouds were not in the fukin way. Or what the outside (and inside) temperature is.
Worst of all, there is no one to bring you those tiny spit-size bottles of water and put on the fakest smile in the world and ask you whether there is anything else they can get for you sir?
In life, you don’t really have to get up coz the aunty in the seat next to yours has to pee. Once again. Nor is there any obnoxious fuktard who pushes his seat right up to your chin, so that you have a nice, long view of all the specks of dirt on his head.
And then when you do land, there is no window through which you can see the familiar sights and the rushing trees and smile with the knowledge that you have reached the place you wanted to be.
You don’t really jolt out of your seat and then stand like a moron in the aisle. Wondering why everyone else is in such a hurry too.
Nope. Life sure is not like that. Is it?
The funny thing about both happiness and sadness is that often you think you are the only one who has it.