There's always a bit of truth to the saying, "all good things must come to an end". Yet, why is it when the going gets tough, life manages to become a catastrophic shit show? I find it comical that rather than experiencing sporadic moments of "bad", life manages to send you a whole lot of crap in one (or many) fowl swoop(s).
Rehearsal footage for YOURFACEINSIDEOUT showing Dec 7 & 8 at SFU Woodwards
The past week was that sort of shit-flying-in-all-directions-at-once, kind of a week. Was enjoying myself for the first time in a long while, only to be side swiped by that inconsiderate thing called Drama. Known for its pettiness, irrationality and insecurity, its heedless nature brings all matters of gaiety to a halt. Typically brought on by beings who relish in seeing the pain and suffering of others, and/or because they enjoy stirring trouble - it's childish and unavoidable, unfortunately.
When I began writing this post, fury and hurt were two primary emotions that completely overwhelmed me. Many drafts later