The Silver Lining

The first thing I saw when I went online this morning was today's forecast -- mostly cloudy -- and, for a change, didn't take it personally. I don't know about you, but I don't know anyone who's having a particularly good time right now. A few of my friends are out of work, a few are dealing with cancer, a few more are (like me) suffering with a troubled teen and we're all royally screwed with the economy from hell. Whoever said misery loves company didn't know what the fuck he was talking about.

I'd give my left nut (and for me, that's saying quite a lot) to hear some good news, from anyone. I was watching the season finale of True Blood last night and some new character named Eggs told Tara (who I'd also give my left nut to), "Sometimes good shit happens too."

Sure, good shit happens on TV (congrats to Vinny for landing the Scorsese flick!), but real life is another story. Just because shit stuff happens to you doesn't necessarily mean that good stuff will follow. If that were the case, I'd be swimming in blowjobs. Life is random; blowjobs even more so.

Being the optimist who you've come to know (and possibly love), however, I'm constantly looking for the silver lining and here it is: things could always be worse.