Band-Aid?

There are lots of things we like to use as bandages.

There are those over-the-counter medicines that we use to cover up the pain of a headache, to stop the bloating, or to loosen up that goddamn constipation.

There's good ol' fashioned band-aids, that shield the wound from the elements while it heals itself.

And then there is that smile, that we plaster on so carelessly and automatically, disregarding yet again what's underneath it.

Forgetting what happens when we are alone, we remove the smile.

We place it on our bedside tables just to pick up once again and stick it on our faces the next morning.

But occasionally, we run out of glue. Or it just keeps falling off our faces. Those are the days when nothing seems to be going a certain way, or when we'd just rather leave the glueless smile on the table forever, because it's just easier that way.

But alas, all in a day's work, we haul ass over to the store and grab a new tube, because really, that frown isn't very attractive.

Marks.

There are stains that you leave on the world, as your life passes you by.

That time you left your skid marks from your tires on the road when you stopped suddenly for a squirrel.

There's that garage sale sign you nailed to the telephone pole which still hasn't come off for over 3 years.

There's a stain of red nail polish on your carpet where you spilled some.

Each time you see these, you are reminded of how they got there.

Then there are the blemishes which you don't look back on as facetious.

There are the wine stains on the walls where a wine glass was smashed.

There are the dents in the floor from where plates were thrown.

There is the wax from a once lit candle embedded in the carpet.

Each time you see these, you are reminded of how they got there.

I'll make it.

Those terrible experiences that we all endure at one point or another really aren't that bad.

Well, of course they are bad.

In fact, they are horrible.

They are disgustingly nauseating. [redundancy]

But, like everything else, time eventually heals all wounds.

It's quite convenient that it works out like that.

Except at the time, it seems like it drags on and on, and you will never see the joys of spring again.

You cannot even believe your eyes that the rest of the world is still spinning, is still running like nothing even happened.

And you hear it over and over "You'll pull through. You'll make it out of this mess. You won't believe me now, but trust me, you will."

But of course, you never believe it.

Nothing can pull you out of this pit of despair you've drowned yourself in.

But before you know it, things start to repair themselves.

Like magic, someone decided to hold out their hand and pull you out of the trench.

It really is the most euphoric feeling: finally knowing that things are going to be okay after all.

But that's not all.

Oh no, that's not all.

You have just remembered how to laugh and smile again.

You have also [gained the knowledge] to force yourself out of this mess when it happens again.

You have broken free of the cocoon with thicker skin.

This in itself, is life altering.

It is the most useful tool in the shed, without question.

Essentially, the most painful and horrifying occurrences can end up saving you the next time around, and you will be thankful that it ever happened.

A treasure called life experience.

[get some]

The Game of Life.

Some things I hate.

But of course, they are things that I can do nothing about.

There are people, and the way they view things. There is stubbornness that cannot be avoided. They will stick their head in the sand and not a word that is said will phase them. They will not read into your whims or cries for help. The only thing they care about is themselves.

There are the fights. The fights which are meaningless and the fights that would be easier if just left alone. The fights that just become so routine, civility would be out of place. It's sad, really, that relationships have to be like this. I really wish I got along with you, but you make it impossible. There's really not much I can do to save it at this point, it's too late. Then again, I don't know any better.

There is the stress and the anger, that piles up inside and does not desire to show its face until one day you have just had enough, and you snap. It would be nice if stress just ceased to exist, it would be a whole lot of weight off the shoulders.

Shit will happen.