Hello. How’s your day going? Is it going well? Mine’s going pretty smoothly. Why, just the other day I…oh…right. I shouldn’t talk about how good my days are. Here, I only talk about how bad my days are, but today I can’t. It’s a funny sort of thing, isn’t it? Nothing is grinding my gears. Yup, absolutely nothing. I tried to find something, I honestly did, but there’s nothing going on here that is making me the least bit mad. Nothing grinds my gears anymore. I think I’ve finally found a good lubricator. Here, let me tell you all about it.
It all started on a Monday afternoon. I walked into the Dining Commons with the taste of meat on my mind, but I so clumsily forgot it was Meatless Monday. When I got to the classics line I saw there was no meat, and I thought I would just fly off the handle and start throwing a huge fit, but I didn’t. I just kept on a-walking.
The next day, it rained really hard, and all of the paths got very flooded and wet. I was walking back from McInnis to my dorm room when I came across that really flooded bit at the bottom of the hill next to the softball field. I couldn’t jump over it, because there was just too much water. I walked right through it. My socks got all wet, and they were my favorite fuzzy socks. I hung them up to dry, but they’ll never be as fuzzy as they were. Once they were dry, I put ‘em back on to head up to dinner, and I walked right through that puddle again. Oh, well. Bye-bye, socks.
Even Eastern University’s poor websites don’t bother me anymore. Just this week, I tried logging into Brightspace, and then I tried logging in again, and again, and again. It didn’t work, so the Brightspace administrator posted a big billboard on the login screen that said, “Hey, sorry it doesn’t work, but it’s not like we’ll try to fix it.” Sometimes you just need to accept these things. That’s the way it goes.
I don’t think I can be mad at the world anymore. The world is such a wonderful place. Of course, I’m sure you’re wondering how I got into such a mindset. Actually, it was really easy. You see, “I slap floor.” It’s as simple as that. Nothing more and nothing less.