Life has been throwing a lot of unanswerable questions at me lately. Such as…

Why are you talking to me while I’m peeing? It is not social hour, it’s urination. Leave me alone.

Why do hotel pillows always suck? You can keep your fancy feather pillows. My head just sinks right through them to the mattress. They do no one any good.

Why do I always have good hair days when no one sees me, and bad hair days when I have something important going on? Every time. Every SINGLE time.

Why hasn’t anyone invented a device that shuts off your cell phone after you’ve consumed two alcoholic beverages? No good can come from three beers and the “reply all” button.

Why do the best people get dealt the worst hands? It’s almost certain that both of my grandparents do, in fact, have cancer. In a way it’s kind of poetic that they’re going through this together – just like they have everyone else in their lives. But it also really sucks.

Why do I keep writing things on this blog that are so depressing and self-serving? I’m going to work on this. I promise.

I don’t want this to become the place where everyone comes to cry. Or to listen to me cry. Or the place you don’t go, because you don’t want to feel like crying.

I definitely feel the instinct to write every feeling I have about what I’m going through on the blog. I don’t know why, but something about releasing that sadness and speaking fondly of my beloved grandparents (who are as much parents to me as my real parents are) just makes me feel better.

But it’s getting to be depression-ville around here, and no one wants that.

Life is as sweet as it is bitter. (It’s always darkest before the dawn… It’s better have had loved and lost, than never to loved at all… you get the point.)

Positivity may not be my strong suit, but realism is, and things are not ever so bad that you can’t find something uplifting, funny or maybe even a little inappropriate to bring a smile to your face.

I really plan to do a better job of embodying that around here, instead of just constant doom and gloom.

Thanks to everyone who’s stuck with me and my moping the past couple of weeks. But don’t feel like you always have to say nice things about my situation. I’d appreciate a joke, a funny story or your own befuddling rhetorical questions just as much.

We’re all in this life thing together.