More Stuff I Hate
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, September 13th, 2013 at 09:38 PM (5771 Views)
I think I might make this a thing. Not regular updates, because that would be dumb, but just rage blogs. Those are things, aren't they? I feel better when I type about stuff I despise, so I might as well keep going for my loyal reader base of a half dozen bored idiots (just kidding, you guys are cool). Now I've come to realize that there are things in this world that are worse than mountains and skiing.
Allergies. Yeah, that's right I'm getting personal now.
Shit sucks. I'm not one of those guys who's allergic to a food, so I don't know how you feel, but at least you're capable of avoiding the substance capable of making your life a living hell. Me? I've got the seasonal shit. Specifically, those horrible few weeks at the end of August and beginning of September when my nose suddenly decides it's gonna turn into every single video game sewer level combined. I'll spare you any more details, but suffice to say, it's the worst. It's probably Ragweed or something. I wouldn't know. All I know is that a few years ago the beginning of school somehow got even worse, and stayed that way.
Now you may be thinking: Blobs. Broski. You sexy bastard. What's the big deal? What's a runny nose compared to turning into a human snowball, or breaking your neck on top of an icy hill? Sure it's annoying, but at least you're alive!
I'll tell you right now. Sometimes I think I'd prefer death to this. At least it would be quick. At least it would end. But what I have to put up with now? Nah, that shit doesn't stop. 24/7 I'm stuck feeling like my face is rebelling against me, and no amount of nose drops and medication will help me escape. It's slow, agonizing torture, and I don't like it.
The worst part is that I'm supposed to somehow ignore the large scale battle going on in my head and continue with daily life. I spent all of my time at Uni today stuffing toilet paper in my nose instead of listening to lectures, and any spark of creativity that I was planning on putting into my writing or role-plays was instead shuffled into my desperate attempts to alleviate this agony. Nothing got done, and if things don't change, nothing will. Except rage blogs. Those are probably here to stay.
So yeah. Worse than mountains.
Anyway, post yer allergies to make me feel better. Thank ye very much.