Got To Love The Lord For Making Things Like That

So everything is in the shitter. We knew that already. No surprises here.

What is a surprise is that after a 16 hour workday, after doing laundry, and picking up the dry cleaning, and cleaning up the living room (a bit), and getting my postal issues sorted out, and so on and so on and so on. I managed to, a little after half past ten, find a moment to breathe. And when the only thing that would have set me straight, the only thing I really wanted tonight didn't go anywhere near as planned...I found something else. And something else. And something else. Right up until I began to feel better.

I remember this magazine cover, maybe Time, maybe Newsweek, hell maybe all the way back to Life for all I know. And on the cover was somebody smiling (a politician maybe? an athlete? I don't really recall) and the caption on the cover was "Why Is This Man Smiling?" And somewhere inside was an article that obviously explained why the man was smiling but for the life of me I don't know what that explanation was. But I still remember, and probably always will, the feeling that caption stirred in me. Why is this man smiling? Like simply being happy wasn't enough. And it sort of made me smile. Sort of made me smile quite a bit.

So here I was buying two stale ass buttered rolls from 7-11 at 1:30 in the morning watching my entire world fall apart, grinning like a god damn fool and thinking..."Why Is This Man Smiling?"

And for the life of me...I didn't know.

And I didn't care.

Not one bit.