THE DEVOURING

It's seldom the major wounds that destroy us anymore. It's the buildup of all the daily atrocities, the accumulation of all those little nips and jabs that alone would hardly do a thing. It's having to wait in line for the bathroom. It's your credit card being declined. It's forgetting to buy coffee or toilet paper or your goddamn dishwasher breaking. It's the stack of bills on the counter, your car not starting, your internet not working. It's the asshole cutting in line or passing you on the right. It's another Christmas and all the goddamn presents we must buy. It's a friend borrowing money or worse, you having to borrow it from them. It's never being able to say what you truly want to say. It's not being able to figure out what you want for dinner. It's having to stand there and listen to some asshole tell you his fucking joke. It's seeing the dead dog on the side of the road. It's having to watch someone be shitty to their child. It's hearing Jon Mayer or having to see Jon Mayer's stupid face. It's Good Morning America and Dancing With The Stars and The Housewives Of Where The Fuck Ever. It's your endless hard-ons, the stomach aches, the toothaches, the mean pimple on the tip of your nose. It's having to go get a haircut or your oil changed or your car inspected. It's the middle aged man who just blew buy you in a convertible. It's the unwanted house guests, the favors, the falsity... Ah yes, there it is! Falsity. More than anything, it's all those little fragments of falsity. That is what truly does us in.