proverbial bullshit.

So the weekend was amazing right up until the very last fraction of it.
Should have known it was too good to be true when I was thinking how amazing it had been.


Just my luck.


Talking of the devil, it always amuses me that people who say there's no such thing as luck are always the ones who have got it all.
Without the abilities of empathy and compassion, you are pretty much an absolute c-word.
There's very, very, very, very few things in life that I do before I open my oversized gob but although thinking doesn't always tend to be one of them; I firmly believe that before you starting giving off you need to stop and position yourself firmly in the other person's shoes. 
It always sounds so basic but the fact that I would never want to make anyone I care about feel a way that I myself would hate to be made feel can make it so much clearer to focus sometimes.


I've never been sure if good things do come to those who wait but always remained hopeful that this was one of the more apt proverbs. For some strange reason, the only thing I genuniely seem to believe is that everything happens for a reason and they'll come a time when the shit-storm will end and you'll start to see the silver lining.


I bloody well hope so anyway.