It's the Little Things

I've been having one of those days where I start to appreciate very odd things in life. Though I had some genuinely good ideas on what to write about in this post, my mind kept bringing me back to all the really weird little things you take for granted until complete and utter despair rears its ugly head.
Like being able to breathe through your nose. Currently, I'm suffering from heavy mouth breathing syndrome. Whether it be from a cold, allergies, or crying I never seem to appreciate being able to breathe through my nose until I can't anymore.

Just when I think I might be making a wisp of progress, something gets into my eye. It might me microscopic and my eyes are just so advanced that they can pinpoint and feel whenever anything falls past those bastards the eyelashes. But I never knew how normal, healthy, and not painful my eye felt until there's a synthetic white cur of fuzz suctioned onto the white of my eyeball and there's nothing I can do but shine a light in my eye causing temporary blindness. For the number of times a day fuzz, dirt, dust, hair, multiple eyelashes get into my eye you would think I would appreciate when those mascara clumping schmucks actually do their job. Nope. Not until I'm begging God for mercy on my baby blues.

Finally, the face invader gets removed from its landing zone. And I come to find out there's a cut in my mouth left by some unidentifiable something at some point earlier that day. How can you enjoy Valentine's Day chocolate when half of your mouth is savoring the flavor, but the other half is being doused with napalm? Those sweet moments when your mouth is at its peak are moments you'll dream of having while your tongue acts as salt against the abrasion. Good luck drinking your morning coffee.

Even the coffee gets you. I know, you thought it was your ride-or-die, your number one, the only thing looking out for you when the universe needed a laugh. No, in the end, all will betray you. The cut on your gums is nothing compared to the burn now on your tongue. All because the coffee wanted to stay extra hot inside your thermos. No amount of cream and sugar can help you out of the bitter revenge of the bean. You'll never be able to taste again (or for the next week).
Remember that thing that keeps getting in your eye? Well, it was nice enough to migrate one ball over and share the wealth.

Because of all these horrible things becoming of your face, you hardly notice that your foot is completely numb. Or at least you don't notice it until you try to walk. Then that lovely pins and needles feeling makes you wonder what it was like to not have a sleeping foot, and you question why you would let your foot be asleep in the first place. 

Everything is running against you, and you're losing. That's what I felt like today. It all started with a betrayal of one of my own, what gets me tons of compliments throughout the day, and what completes outfits; my eyelashes. Then, after tearing up, I can't breathe through my nose and become Vader himself. The dark side does not, in fact, have cookies. It does have plenty of chips to cut the inside of your mouth, and coffee to singe the rebellion out of your tongue.

I wish you the best of luck if you find yourself in any of these awful places. You know life's true pain.

For all of you,
Live long and prosper.