A pessimism
spill may be
flooding my
oceans.
There might
have been
a subconscious
breach,
a burst underwater
pipe
releasing a
ton
of pessimism.
I thought it
was just a minor
sarcasm leak
but its escalated
to a full-on
pessimism spill.
So that
sucks.
Like, so
much…
everywhere,
and I can
hardly bring
myself to care.
The color of
the ocean is changing
fairly
rapidly.
From a
lovely blue to some sort
of orangish,
milky rage goo,
some kind of
pessimistic bile fluid
spewing out
in fat blobs,
as if you care.
I’ve capped it
before,
taken a deep
breath and
tried to
focus on the clean
and clear
waters around me,
the optimistic
seas on which
I can choose
to swim.
It’s a pain
though. So much swimming.
I often make
it to the beach,
where all
the lovely bikini women are,
they point
and laugh and say,
“You’ll
never love again,” and giggle,
I turn back
to the water, hoping
to crash
against the breakwater
or meet a
hungry shark.
Yup.
It’s a full-on
pessimism leak,
spewing out
into the water.
Sigh.
I’ll get my
tools and scuba gear.
Swimmingly good!
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