I feel like you and I never got off on the right foot. We even got a bonus month of time to try to improve things at the end of 2013 and yet, our ride never reached that thrilling high. Instead, my roller coaster derailed, flew 60 feet into the air, caught on fire and landed on a tiny brood of baby bunnies smashing them to smithereens. 2014, you were supposed to be smamazing! (Smashing and amazing of course) I should really sue for false advertising but seeing as you pull this crap every year, maybe I need to figure out what your real name is. "Time period denoted by the Gregorian calendar where you spring fucked up events on everyone unsuspectingly" is kind of a mouthful. If we get down to it, so many things happened this year that I don't even remember because I was too busy putting out fires that you set, you life arsonist. I was told a long time ago "life's not fair." And of course, everyone at some point learns this lesson and it is reinforced several times throughout one's existence. But I think maybe you need to go back to elementary school and learn about fractions or percentages because what you feel is the proper amount of fuckery and what I feel is appropriate are VASTLY different numbers apparently.
Under normal circumstances, I feel these are the appropriate proportions. There will be slight deviations, but this most accurately represents the ideal year for me. (Though occluded, bullshit amounts to 5 %)
See those big chunks? I know with happiness comes sadness. But that sadness level is acceptable to maintain the happy chunk.
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You, 2014, you shady bitch.This is what I was blessed with this year...
Yea.. Let's just process this ninja douchery that was set upon me by the universe: almost death of parent right on the anniversary of the death of other parent. parent relapsing and needing possibly extended care, losing my job, being threatened with eviction, a possible fix to eviction, getting my job back, being forced to move, losing my job again, actual moving, shitty 30th birthday realizing i've only met 1.5 of the goals I had set for turning 30, water damage to my couch and having to buy a new one, losing my health insurance and being forced to pay an astronomical fee for reinstatement because getting a new policy would leave me without insurance till february (and considering just for 2 of my medications would be over $3000 for a month's supply, I had no choice) and spending all 3 holidays alone. That doesn't include the relatively minor things that my brain turns into huge ordeals. And that is just what happened to me. According to a large amount of people 2014 was a shitty year for everyone.
So, 2014, I'm glad you're over but if I catch ANY remnants of your crappy plans this year, when time travel become available will go back to 2013 and thwart your plans. Screw the butterfly effect.
Much hate,
Moi
P.S.- I feel it's unfair to show you two pie charts, but no pie. So enjoy!
