gritty musings...Bright Shiny Pennies

As I age, i find that I am far less accepting of life's little faux pas.  I am surly.  I growl. I snap at unsuspecting irritants.  I look in the mirror and see  what my life has pulled down on me.  Wrinkles, saddle bags, hair in very strange palaces.  I expect things...simple things to proceed as planned.  If my cellular bill, for example, is due on the 24th, I expect it to be taken out on that date. Not the 21st, because it falls on a weekend.  And when I call the huge multi-national  corporation, which I hate, to question why this simple act, cannot happen...when i question the scripted autonoton on the other end of the line...when i point out that the weekend constitutes no variation to a computer tasked with taking that money on the date in question...I am told, snubbingly, that that's how it works...I point out that the computer has no weekend plans, no beach party to attend, no dinner plans with friends.  That in fact the only fucking thing that this program, written for

It came from the tube...A television show...But when I heard the line it struck me so hard that I found myself muttering the line all day.  I spent my time in the kitchen mulling over the context.  Still muttering, I drove home the sentence fragment hanging in my consciousness .  "all suffering and no salvation" Life's struggles, the endless drudgery we all endure.  The heartbreaks, the obstacles the injustices of life that wear down on us.  The suffering.  Some people find the call of this misery and accept, possibly even nourish the malaise that life's journey can bring.  I have a friend, whose life at this point is hard.  Every possible fucked up thing that could possibly happen to this poor soul does.  It is like watching a reoccurring car wreck in slow motion.  And  it happens daily.  To be around this, to be their friend is to embrace "the suffering".  I have had periods in my life that engulf, no celebrate and rejoice in the "suffering".  S