I love my life, every moment and every aspect of it. I am aware every moment of how fortunate I am to live in this envelope of safety and security. I am aware always that it could be taken from me in a moment, but I live as if I know that that will never happen to us - I complain because I am lazily secure in the false knowledge of our imaginary protected status.
"Bad things happen to other people, and that is so horrible. That goodness that isn't us," she arrogantly thought as she gave her husband the side-eye, shooting him with daggers of anger over the still-full sink of dirty dishes. I mean, he was home an hour before her! What did he do - relax?!
Good lord, the stupid shit I invent to be pissed off about. As if we're going to be here forever. As if we have time to argue over the fucking dishes.
Fuck a little dirt, right?