Doing Battle With The Forces Of The Universe Before Breakfast

I don’t really have the energy for a proper entry today.
I met Kathleen for lunch and part of our discussion revolved around the topic of people for whom everything is easy, the sort of people who just coast through life without having to put forth any sort of effort.
There seem to be a lot of them.
I, however, as was evidenced by my efforts later in the day to put together this little kitchen island cart – which very nearly proved to be the piece of do-it-yourself furniture that drove me over the edge – that I’d bought at Wal-Mart, am not one of those people.
I don’t think most people are. Clearly the people ahead of me at JC Penney, where I spent 45 minutes just trying to exchange two pairs of pants, were not people for whom things come easily either, given just how fucking difficult it was for them to simply buy clothes.
Of course, I remain convinced that my life is full of more pointless little struggles than most, or at the very least I notice the struggles more than most.
After all, the people in line ahead of me who turn the simple act of purchasing goods and services into some complex and time-consuming task seem unperturbed by the fact that they’re somehow managing to make things a thousand times more complicated than they need to be, and I’m certain that it’s all being done for my benefit, though “benefit” probably isn’t the right word.
In any case, my point is that if I weren’t in line behind these people they probably would be able to just breeze through without any difficulties because they wouldn’t have the opportunity to inconvenience me.
By no means do I believe that my life is some enormous hardship, and I recognize that there are people all over the world who have it much, much worse than I do Hell, at various points in my life I’ve had it much worse than I do now.
It’s just that the fact that every single aspect of my life, most often through no discernible fault of my own, has to be such a struggle and that nothing ever comes easy.
I mean, accomplishing even the simplest of tasks like making breakfast seems to require that I first do battle with the very forces of the universe.
In discussing this, Kathleen, stating that she knew I didn’t want to hear it, said, “It builds character.”
My response? Fuck character.
What good has having character ever done for me?
Just once I’d like to experience what it’s like to have life be a cakewalk.
*Sigh* I guess that’s enough venting. I have a long weekend of work ahead of me, so I suppose I should begin preparing for it and all of the struggles it will bring with it.
I hope all of you, unlike me, will be able to coast through the weekend without a thought or a care in the world.