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The domino effect and Why the B****iness

Sorry guys, been down and out for the count since New Years, broke my glasses, gained cold that gets worse and worse. Started a new class which is nice, considering I'm not a math whiz and that was a sarcastic comment.


A little humour to start, we all have those rough days, where something seems to happen whether big or small. How many can relate to those days when one thing goes wrong and there are a domino effect and everything topples over from there and by the end of the day, you want to give up on life.

Happen a lot? I know to me too! I'm sure they happen to all of us because we are not only intelligent but a clumsy creature.

How about those days that you wake up and for no apart reason you are B***** (no, I'm not going to say it this time) I'm not only talking to the ladies because we all have those days, I don't care who you are. But, we complain about everything and all around hate the life we live, What's funny is that a small percent of us actually have epiphanies on days like those and grow a sixth sense that tells us that we need to make a change to some part of our lives.

Think about that? Why don't we wake up in a normal state daily and why the sudden domino effect that pisses us off?

I have a theory not coming from a medical or psychological standpoint but of my own volition.
What if we have to have those days because maybe our bodies need some form of stress to survive, more of an adaptation over the generations that humans have walked this earth. That's how we get our beliefs and morals they are passed down right along with behaviours, so why not the way our bodies act? hmm..

Besides we wouldn't want to all be like that Stepford movie ( guys included)

Wait, I'm not saying that stress is a good thing because it's really not but stress on the level that it only happens once every so often and not daily like we are exposed to now.


Thanks guys:)
Madye..

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