You wouldn’t want my life. Seriously. if you did, then you’ve got problems. Serious problems.
If this has not been the worst week of my life, it is very close to the worst week of my life.
It all started at 10:45 a.m. Tuesday. My birthday. I discovered my iPod had been stolen from my car. I didn’t realize it Sunday evening and Monday, simply because I hardly spent any time in the car after I arrived in Kansas City at Buffalo Wild Wings in Zona Rosa. I know for a fact I had the iPod on the trip from Russell to Kansas City, because I played music on the iPod for nearly the entire drive. I only switched to the radio to listen to the Chiefs pregame on 101.1 FM.
I was only in the car Sunday night to drive from Zona Rosa to the hotel on Tiffany Springs Parkway. I made the round trip Monday. Then came Tuesday, when I discovered the iPod and the cable to connect it to the car stereo were gone. I searched frantically over every square inch of the car, then I returned to the room to look for it again, and found nothing.
I told my father about it, and he called me an idiot. I felt like an idiot. He just reinforced it.
It got much, much, much worse. American Express threatened to cut off the only credit card I had working. I had a terrible time at Buffalo Wild Wings, because it was getting way too crowded, and then an asshole who smelled worse than vomit sat down next to me. That’s when I got up and left. Did not say goodbye to anyone.
I got so angry Tuesday I left a message for Crista back in Hays. She couldn’t understand it because I was crying so much. She got in touch with me the next day as I was leaving town.
The last three days have been hell on earth. I have not left my house since getting home. In fact, I have spent all but a few minutes in my basement, either crying, wondering how pathetic my life is, or doing everything I can NOT to watch sports.
I watched the Falcons-Saints game Thursday night, but I have not watched one minute of sports since. Not one pitch of the Royals-Blue Jays series, and I certainly am not watching the Mets-Cubs series, because I absolutely despise the Cubs and loathe the Mets. If both teams could somehow be ruled ineligible, that would be heaven on earth.
I have noit watched any college football. None. I’m going to have to check the scores for the football contest our newspapers conduct, but that is it. I am certainly not watching the NFL tomorrow, even though the Fox affiliate is showing the Cardinals-Steelers game at noon.
I have nothing left to live for. Why bother? My life is hell. I’m going to tell Dr. Custer Monday I refuse to take any more medication. Just going to let diabetes and high blood pressure eat up my body and take me when it’s time to die. I’ll see Crista because she is the only person on earth I can trust. I can’t trust my parents, that’s the hell for sure. I don’t know why they just don’t move to Tennessee to be with my brother and his family. They clearly think nothing of me.
If you had my life, you would feel hopeless. You really would. Don’t say otherwise because that would make you a bald-faced LIAR.