Sometimes (like now) I think my life is too easy. Cleaning, cooking, shopping, paying bills, going to doctors appointments. That’s what my life consists of and I can handle all that. I don’t have any friends and I’m fine with that, friends are fine for awhile but the friendships usually devolve into disrespect and being put down and I don’t need or want that.
So all the stuff I listed above takes up about an hour or two every other day and the rest of my time is spent alone surfing the web and drinking soda. I’m thinking now it seems too easy. But then I think of the times I do go out and traffic is a constant irritation, it’s just people trying to prove their better then you is what it boils down to. If I don’t fight back I’m a victim, if I fight back it literally drives me crazy, I can’t win, everybody is more experienced and more aware than me. I have a few very, very minor victories but the rest is losing. So I can be content that my life is not easy and I face the same bullsh*t everybody faces. Whew, for awhile I thought my life is too easy but it all balances out.