At Least It's Not Flesh Eating Bacteria

Some days are just out to get your soul. You can't wake up, you didn't get any of your homework done, nobody loves you, you look like a leper because of your multitudinous skin diseases for which there seem to be no explanation or cure, you're in pain, people mistake you for the wrong gender, you forget to bring your dance shoes, you lose an earring, you don't understand the calculus, your backpack decides to have technical issues, and you're hungry and tired all day. And your car is behaving strangely. And there are too many people to take care of at work. And then you're trying to be a good person, but people make it difficult without even telling you, and then you're just grumpy. And even though all you want to do is eat ice-cream, take a hot shower, go to sleep, and ignore the world, it's not all that bad. In fact, it's days like these when your better nature has to rise to the occasion. At times like these we must hold our heads high, and tell ourselves to be grateful. Grateful I tell you, for all those things that went wrong, because there are alternatives that could be much worse. You just have to be grateful for the little things. For instance, that your little sore throat in the morning isn't cancer. Or that your car's transmission didn't blow up, it just acquired a new idiosyncrasy. Or that at least you have a job to be dissatisfied about. Or that you had earrings to lose, you're getting an education, and you have the ability and the resources to remedy things like being tired and hungry. It is on days like these when we must remember that there are people who have it worse, and that our problems are not really bad, or sometimes that they're not even a problem. And that even if they are, so what? It'll be okay. Soul-eating days are all good; they make non-soul-eating days much better. Life is all about perspective, see? Bad things can be bad, or they can be learning experiences (oh the clicheness! It's leaping off the page to strangle you!). When your salsa partner decides to ignore you for forever, when no one responds to your texts, when your roommate makes you make dinner, and you feel like you look like a teenage boy from 80's, when you're hands feel like they're going to fall off; there is always a bright side, because it could be worse. Because at least it's not flesh eating bacteria.