Let's talk about bad days. I believe today qualifies as a bad day. We all have them and for the majority of us, we hate them with enough fury to spread our negativity faster than the bubonic plague. It's just a fact of life that no matter how hard you try; bad days will happen.
There is nothing I hate more than a day that has no purpose so I try to fill my day with some events that will make the day have some worth. So, when I found myself laying on the couch home alone once my plans fell through with two separate people I was irked but not defeated. If there is one thing that can turn a situation around its food. So, a quick call to the local pizza place to deliver a shot of dopamine into my stomach was what I did. Perhaps it was a new allergic reaction to a change of fate but, most likely it was just food poisoning that caused me to spew cheese and tomato sauce over a pristine white toilet. To be honest I paused in-between mama birding my dinner to appreciate the fact that the tomato sauce left me reminded of the bloody bathroom scene in IT (great movie by the way).
“Mr. Corona that does not qualify as a bad day”. Yes, my dog didn’t die, I’m not stricken with some terminal flesh-eating virus, nor any other tragedy that my reader might be bearing. My definition of bad days will certainly differ from at least some of you. Hell, my sense of bad day is radically different than two years ago. My old self would laugh at my current bad day while his dad threatened him in the background, so I get it. It’s all circumstantial.
Although it's 11:46 at night and I’m eating a bowl of Captain Crunch while watching a clever show where James Franco plays twin brothers; I think I’m finally starting to work sense of it all. You have to die time to time to appreciate being alive.