Oh how it's not...

When I was a kid, I remember when I or one of my siblings would cry out, "That's not fair" in our best whiny voices - usually in response to an edict passed on by one of my parents. My father would always retaliate with the phrase "The fair is in October in Dallas."

Of course dad was talking about the Texas State Fair and how fair doesn't exist except in the county fair version of the word. (And as far as fairs went, the Texas State Fair was the best. We even got a day off of school to go way back when. It was always a great time and I have lots of fun memories going to Dallas for our annual trip. It was like a rite of passage into fall.)

But that's not what I'm really talking about today.

I'm talking about how life isn't fair.

It's not fair that I'm having to do this crappy job for crappy pay and still receive the constant complaining and unwarranted nagging of my boss and others.

It's not fair that I have yet to work for a boss that will stand up for her underlings and go to bat for us when needed.

It's not fair that so much of my job depends on other who have proved themselves in so many ways completely incompetent.

It's not fair that so much of my already crappy pay goes to the government so lazy people can get their welfare and food stamps and not work a day in their lives.

It's not fair that I get taxed on everything, including my car, just becasue I have a job instead of laying on my rear all day.

It's not fair that I can't get a good night's sleep even when I go to bed early and extremely exhausted.

It's not fair that after my husband gets up and comes back to bed he falls right asleep and I'm awake for at least two hours lying there. (It's not his fault and I'm not blaming him, I'm just jealous.)

It's not fair that I could starve myself and work out three times a day and yet still never see a single digit label on the back of my jeans.

It's not fair that I can just smell the cookie and gain 5 pounds and those freakishly skinny people eat a whole box and still remain skinny.

It's not fair morons like Michael Vick can plea bargain their way through life and still make MILLIONS while the rest of us are good law-abiding people and will never see a fraction of that.

:::SIGH::: I could go on for hours.

What I'm saying here folks is life isn't fair. Life sucks at times and we all get stressed and we all deal with crap and we all have to live with what's been dealt to us.

How we deal with that is how our character and life are defined. I'm sure right now I'm not seeming to be as refined as others and I know I sound like I'm complaining a lot lately.

But I'm doing the best with what I've been dealt right now, so if I'm disappointing you too much with depressing and bitter posts, I'm sorry. If I'm not posting enough for you, sorry again. But I'm coping with everything the best I know how without murdering my boss or snapping heads off and letting them roll out of my presence.

In fact I think I'm doing alright. I haven't kick any kittens and I haven't run over the punk kids in my neighborhood who refuse to move out of the street. I haven't threatened anyone with their lives and I haven't sent anyone ticking mail. I haven't even throw objects at anyone's head or tossed my computer out the window on unsuspecting passersby. See? I'm doing alright. I'm feeling better already.