It’s Simply About The Little Things

We’ve all heard it before: “Appreciate the little things you have in life. Not everyone is so lucky.” Or some variant. Either way the point is the same.

I couldn’t tell you how many times I’ve heard that; whether it was my family or friends trying to talk me down from rash decisions or if it was me being the creepy creeper I am and eavesdropping on so many different conversations. It’s bound to be somewhere in the thousands.

I used to have a really hard time understanding that. I had to go through quite a bit to even get close to what I think is right. This is a very recent revelation. Unlike most of my other blogs, I didn’t take time to sit and think everything out and sort my thoughts for a few days. So be patient with me guys, this may not make any sense at all.

This morning, I’m sitting in the recliner with some terrible music on. Terrible, but I love it anyway. The sun is shining in through the window on my right effectively warming my soul. I’m relaxed with my morning iced coffee, I’ve got my cigarette. The squishiest loaf of a cat is (was) on the armrest to my left purring away (he turned into a dick and was banished). The love of my life is on the bed next to me taking part in his morning ritual, which consists of watching trashy YouTube compilations and ignoring his friends. God, I love him so much. It was in this moment that I realized that for the first time in my entire life I’ve discovered true happiness. I thought I’d experienced it before, but clearly I was wrong. This is the best feeling in the entire world. I couldn’t be more grateful.

This also brought me to another realization. This moment is fleeting, and I have to love it for all it’s worth and hope to every power that I never forget it. Having a history of depression, I know that this afternoon I could slip into a suicidal fit regardless of how perfect everything is. I understand that not everyone suffers from depression, but sadness can trigger in anyone. I’ve come to believe that this is just how life is. You just have to do your best to balance it and continue to strive for greatness.

If you’re depressed or sad right now and reading this, rest assured. It does get better in a sense. Patience is the key. Find the smallest thing you have that makes you happy and cherish in the small feeling. Yes, things are going to be hard, but it’s also going to be rewarding. Even if it’s in the smallest way. Happiness isn’t a cookie-cutter definition.

I used to believe that in order for me to be successful and happy I needed to pursue the traditional route. You know, the minivan, the husband, couple of kids, the white picket fence… It’s taken time, but I’ve realized that that isn’t what I want out of life. That’s not the setting I fit into. Maybe at one point, but I’ve learned too much about the world, and I know that in this day and age that isn’t possible. Instead, I’ve decided that in order for me to be happy, this is one thing I can’t plan. I need to take things day by day. In an ideal world, I’d love to spend the rest of my life with the man next to me, travel and see the world, maybe adopt and mentor a young adult a decade or two from now. I couldn’t imagine a better life. I love him more than I can find the words to describe the feeling I get when he smiles at me. Eventually I’ll find a way to put it into words, but I’m not rushing a thing. As long as I have him, the titles don’t matter.

So, my lovelies, I leave you with this: Right now, think about where you want to be in five years. Realize that two years from now, where you want to be in five years could be completely different. Shit happens. Forget about all that crap about how “you have control over your own life.” That’s bullshit. You don’t have control over a damn thing, all life really is is adapting and responding to a series of challenges thrown your way. You can’t control your life, but you can control how you RESPOND to life. Boom. There. I just saved you $400+ on a self help seminar.


Watching; A Short Story

A heartache wrenched girl waited for the opportune moment to express her feelings. She wanted to shout it from the rooftops, break all the sound barriers; but she was holding on to a useless vision. She had fought and fought to break herself from the ties of her previous captor; it took everything she had. She had spent years simply trying to fix the damage that was done; wondering when the light in her life was going to come back on. Lately, she’s only realized that tragedy is a reality waiting for a contradiction. I wanted nothing more than to tell her…

Stop… Don’t breathe…

It hurts less if you don’t breathe.

She continued to wait for her opportune moment; many came and went. I observed this whole time, watched her be torn and tossed like a ragdoll every time she tried to open herself up to someone new. I heard her cries in the middle of the night every time her date never showed up. I heard her talk to her friends about how she knows she deserves better every time she let one of her dates push her too far. It was all an act. She hid her tears from everyone, but she could never hide them from me.

I watched the confusion that was implanted in her mind, the way she would let them look at her and manipulate the truth. It killed me to watch as she would wrap herself around the fingers that had caressed so many girls’ faces before hers. I’d seen their type before; their eyes sparkled, like a candy laced with the deadliest of poisons. I couldn’t stand to watch her throw herself into their arms only to end up devastated seemingly moments later; no longer could I sit by and watch as she wasted away into the abyss. Her love was a disease, and it was eating her away.

The years went on, I kept watching. I wished that a cure would come; that their games would end. I hoped against all odds that someone would finally look beyond her past and see the full glory of her soul. Someone needed to see her for who she was; such a sweet, soft human being. Only I saw her behind closed doors. No one knew what she put herself through to deem herself good enough for them. She wouldn’t show the ways she bent and twisted herself into everything that she wasn’t just to make them happy for a night.

Their “love” was a game, strategically moving across the playing board that is her body. They always seemed to play exactly the right card at the right moment to catch her off guard. They took advantage of her weakness, which was simply that she loved too much. I wanted so badly to pull her from this sick version of Candy Land, “everything is her fault” was how the spinner always landed. She just needed to know….

Stop… Don’t breathe…

It hurts less if you don’t breathe…

Oh, how desperate I was for her to notice that I was there. I wanted nothing more than to save her, to give her the love that she deserved. But she didn’t even know I existed. She would face me every single morning. Her eyes sparkled like candy, much like the poisoned sweetness in her prospective partners’ eyes. But there was always more, more depth. Every morning I stared into her eyes, begging her to realize how much she was worth to me. Pleading for her to hear me.

Each year the sadness in her eyes grew more and more. If I could have just got her to hear me, see me, anything… I could have saved her. I did everything I could; I would draw her pictures on the glass while she was in the shower, I would turn the radio on before she came home from work so she wouldn’t be hit by the silence she normally lived in. I needed her to know I loved her. She needed to know…

Stop… Don’t breathe…

It hurts less if you don’t breathe…

I wish I had tried harder – found a way to get to her before she went to such drastic measures. She bent herself in so many ways for those she craved that she finally broke. She had waited so patiently for him to call; he’d promised that he would. I watched her sit in silence in the chair in the living room – staring right at me – as the hours crept by. Her expression never changed, but her eyes grew darker and darker. She still didn’t see me…

After what seemed an eternity, she stood and disappeared from my view. A small panic filled me, and I hoped that she had enough sense to make good decisions. I couldn’t exist without her; she needed to realize that I was there, that I was everything she was looking for and more. We would have been perfect together. She settled back into the chair where I could see her. She had started crying in the moments that I couldn’t see her. She had a small bottle in her hand, I couldn’t tell what it was. I watched her shoulders rise and fall with each deep breath she took as she opened the bottle.

Her tears came faster, her hands trembled. I screamed out to her as I watched her take pills one by one, choking out apologies that would never be heard. She deserved so much better than this. I slammed my fists against the glass partition that separated us as hard as I could. I begged her to stop, pleaded for her to just look up and see me. No longer able to retain my own tears, I watched her slip into sleep. I knew she wouldn’t wake up again. Her form slumped into the chair, the bottle with the few remaining pills fell and rolled across the floor. I was shaking; I would give anything just to see her eyes flutter open as they did every morning.

Not this time. Her body stayed crumpled in the corner, her spirit rose slowly from it. She looked back at the life she had thrown away and I watched as what appeared to be a smile cross her face. This was the happiness she had always wanted.

I pressed my hand against the glass, my throat still felt tight. She turned and looked at me, and for the first time I think she saw me. She looked frightened, but I didn’t know how to help her; I called out to her. This was my opportunity to show her amazing she was. Maybe I could finally be with her. I couldn’t help but smile as she slowly approached the glass. I could tell that a part of her knew that I was always there when she returned my smile. She reached out to put her hand on mine, the glass still divided us. I couldn’t pull her to my side. But I loved her, and I think she loved me too because she stayed here with me.

Although it’s agonizing never being able to hold her and comfort her on the nights when her cries shake the building with wind, I’m glad to have her. Every night, I watch her body collapse into that chair as she relives the moments of her death indefinitely. The torment of her soul keeps her trapped in this infinite loop, and I won’t move on without her. It’s agonizing to watch night after night, but the moment she smiles at me makes it all worth it. At least now she knows I’ll always be here for her, just on the other side of the mirror.

The Last Goodbye and an Analysis of a Truly Mad World

I’m sure you’ve heard the song “Mad World,” if not, there will be a link at the bottom. In my younger years when I first heard this song, I found it depressing and didn’t understand it; it didn’t make sense to me. I heard the song earlier this morning after a particularly strange dream and in the middle of one of the worst fits of depression I’ve ever dealt with. I’ll be honest, I cried. It was a rough morning for me, and it led to a rough day, and an even worse night. As we speak I’ve been in bed for hours simply unable to fall asleep. This isn’t what I wanted out of life, and this is far from what I was expecting my early twenties to be like.

I’m not writing this post simply to bitch about my life, but in the hopes that someone may read it and relate, and learn from my mistakes.

As of right now, I think the biggest problem in my life is my self-esteem, closely followed by not being able to manage my depression and mood swings. Let’s be real here, I hate myself, and I have since about 2006. I wake up in the morning and all I want to do is pull out my hair and crawl out of my skin. I’ve had problems with my weight for as long as I can remember, and I’ve been determined to do something about it. My problem comes in that shortly after I resolve to change things, depression sets in and I lose all motivation to live let alone get my ass to the gym.

This causes a lot of difficulties with my relationships. I’ll start with the easy one to explain: my friendships. I have a network of extremely amazing friends who are usually very supportive and generous. I love them more than anything and I wouldn’t trade them for the world. Like most people my friends like to make plans with me, and unlike most people I blow them off completely more often than not. It’s not like I do this with malicious intent, I feel awful when this happens; and I just don’t know how to tell them that I’d rather kill myself than get out of my bed. There are old friends of mine that I’ve blown off so frequently that they’ve dropped contact with me completely, which really doesn’t help the depression. Worse than ruining friendships, I feel I’ve destroyed my marriage. Granted I know I’m not the only problem, but I’m sure my self loathing doesn’t help at all. According to my husband I’m selfish and nihilistic and part of me is starting to believe that he’s actually right and not just mildly emotionally abusive. There are days I look at my husband like he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, but most of the time I see him as someone I’d like to suffocate with a pillow. That’s not a healthy relationship. For either one of us. Sometimes I dream about leaving, but I really don’t have the guts or the financial stability to do it. In addition, I really do love him, and I couldn’t imagine living without him. The thing is, I don’t feel like we’re in a relationship anymore. I feel like we’re glorified roommates. We’re at a point where I don’t know what to do to fix us, or if there even is a way to fix us. I just.. Can’t let go.

This also has an effect on my work relationships; I rarely want to go for fear of screwing everything up. I have a less than part-time job at a corporate gaming store, and I like it a lot. I like my boss, I like my coworkers, I like my customers (for the most part), and I even like the menial tasks that I have to do because I’m the least experienced and the newest in the store. It doesn’t even feel like work. This is rare, and I would give anything to keep this job. The problem is that I don’t get nearly enough hours to pose as a responsible adult. I need a second job, and I just don’t know where to look. I’ve been applying to quite a few places and haven’t even received a call for an interview. This makes me feel pretty worthless, but I’m trying my hardest. My husband thinks I’m on drugs and that’s why I still don’t have a job (drug tests); how do I tell him it’s because I want to die? It truly is a Mad World in my mind.

So then this is it.

The Last Goodbye.

I don’t even know exactly what I want to say here.

I suppose it’ll be a letter.

To my friends:
Don’t blame yourself. There’s no one to blame for any of this. You’ve been there for me through so much and I wouldn’t trade any of you. I’ve learned so much from all of you, and I hope I’ve done something to better your lives. I love you guys, please don’t miss me too much, I’ll be fine wherever I am.

To my husband:
I know things haven’t exactly been great between us and we spend majority of our time fighting. You’ve supported me more than I ever expected and I can’t tell you how grateful I am for that. I’m so so sorry that I’m not good enough for you and that all I evet did was nag you and tell you that you weren’t good enough. I’m sorry for pushing you away and telling you that you’re always wrong. I’m sorry for complaining constantly and I’m sorry for every lie I’ve ever told you. I really do love you, and I’m so so sorry.

To my Mom and Grandma:
I’m sorry for this, I know this can’t be easy on you. Let me start off by saying this isn’t your fault, you did nothing wrong. I’m sorry I wasn’t the best daughter/granddaughter. I bit off more than I could chew with debt to both of you, I’ve mooched off of both of you, I’ve lied to you, and I’ve stolen from you (not recently). I was a pathetic excuse for a human being. I’m sorry I never accomplished anything worthwhile and I’m sorry I’ve set such a terrible example for Catheryn. I love you both so much.

And finally,
To my little sister Catheryn:
Cat, I’m sorry I wasn’t a better sister. I’m sorry I was always so unfair to you. I’m sorry I did nothing at all to help you and that I practically always yelled at you. But most importantly, I’m so so sorry I wasn’t strong enough. Please please please don’t blame yourself for any of this. I need you to be strong and continue on the path you’re supposed to take. Keep going to school, keep making friends, go on to get a job, a degree, a husband and family of your own. You’re so much better off than I ever was and now it’ll be even better now that I’m not around to drag you down. Please don’t follow my example, life has so much in store for you and I don’t want you to miss out on any of it. I love you Cat.

I love all of you, and again, I’m so sorry.


*to anyone who happens to read this, I’m not anticipating hurting myself, this is just how I organize my thoughts and get it all out. I’ve been beyond stressed lately, and I really needed to put it in front of me and just breathe. Normally I wouldn’t publish something like this, but I feel like it’s going to help me in the future. I’m hoping this is something I can look back on in a few years and see how much I’ve grown. I want to get better. I need to get better.

The Millenial’s Guide to the Woes of Work, the Mess of Marriage, and the Density of Depression

It’s been quite some time since I’ve written anything deep and insightful (or written anything at all for that matter), but I’m going to give it a shot due to having so much on my mind and not knowing what to do with it. So here goes nothing.

I’ve often heard my generation be referred to as “Millenials” or “Generation Y.” After some consideration, I’ve determined that a better suited name would be “Generation WHY.” Allow me to explain; our generation questions everything, and constantly worries about what’s in it for themselves. Why do I have to work? Why do I have to pay outrageous sums of money for college tuition? Why won’t my parents support me well into my 30s? Why can’t I do what I really want? Why do I have to do what authorities tell me? Why won’t my parents buy me what I want? Why do I spend so much time worrying what’s happening all around the world while my own life and society is crumbling around me? Why should I care? Some of these are valid points that I agree with, while others are simply idiotic and disrespectful; I’ll let you determine which are which.

Now that the brief description is out of the way, let’s start with the Woes of Work. Work can really suck, can’t it? No matter which shift you work, there’s a high probability that you feel the prior shift is incompetent and simply enjoys making your life a living hell. I assure you, this isn’t the case. Well, most of the time at least. If you work for a giant corporation (as I do), you begin to realize a few key things about work:

  1. The harder you work, the more capable your superiors believe you are, the more they’ll give you to do. Even if that means they give you more tasks than you are physically capable of completing in a standard eight hour period.
  2. No matter how hard you work, there’s always someone who is more qualified than you.
  3. If you work with primarily women, the WILL start rumors and try to make it impossible for you to look better than them in any way.
  4. You have to absolutely focus on yourself and your work. Remember, you’re there to make money, not friends. If they insist on gossiping and dragging you into it, have the common sense to keep it to yourself.
  5. You’ll begin to notice that the associates who have been with the company for an extended period of time go one of three ways, they become bored and less productive due to familiarity of their work. Two, they’ll become stressed to the point of becoming a seemingly constant angry, detached entity. Or three, they retain their constantly cheery, outgoing behavior and are viewed as an over-achiever that no one likes.

These kinds of situations have become increasingly normal, which (in my opinion) is depressing and almost pitiful. Simply walking into an establishment, you’ll be able to identify what’s happening with the associates, who holds resent for another, and who really does their fair share of the work that needs to be done. This is a result of associates being unable to separate their home lives from their work lives. This isn’t simply an option, no. This is something that NEEDS to be done, not only to increase productivity in the work place, but also to increase happiness in your home life. Don’t take your work home with you, you’ll regret it.

Another thing that I’d like to mention about the workplace is interpersonal communication and relationships in the work place. By relationships, I’m referring to everything from friendships, to infatuation with a coworker, all the way to ruining your home life by having an affair with a coworker; but I’ll come back to this in just a moment. I’d like to first talk about interpersonal communication and micro-messages. If you’re unfamiliar with these concepts, I’ll do my best to explain. I’ll also include and excerpt with a link to some helpful tools. Interpersonal communication studies how tone of voice and body language have an effect on productivity and acceptance of coworkers and superiors. Example being, the way you greet an associate that you enjoy working with is going to be considerably different than the manner in which you would greet an associate that you dislike or deem useless, if you choose to greet that associate at all. The trick is to not pick favorites, although this will happen regardless, you need to learn how to control your behavior around the associate that you are dissatisfied with. If that associate becomes aware that their very presence is a bother to you, it will show in their productivity and they’ll either begin to avoid you, or purposefully inject themselves into your course of work simply to make things difficult for you depending on what kind of person they are. On the other hand, there’s affection and infatuation. This is just as dangerous, if not worse. Allow me to explain. At first, things are great. You like each other, you strive to impress the other person, and everything seems to fit into place. Sometimes these things work out and it’s fantastic, but more likely than not, things become twisted and cause problems. You’ll begin to find irritating habits about the other person, productivity will decline, and will eventually culminate with you not wanting to see one another and someone quitting, which hurts the establishment. The thing that most couples fail to realize is that every healthy relationship includes space (I’ll touch on this more a bit later), and working with this person as well as spending large quantities of time together outside of work can be detrimental to your relationship. My advice is to avoid personal relationships in the workplace. If you begin to find yourself in one of these situations, you need to find a way to get yourself out. Whether that means you quit, or attempt to move to a completely different part of the establishment or another location of the establishment, I’ll let you decide. However, just remember that in order to keep yourself happy and productive at work, you need to separate your home and work life.

There’s not much else I can say on the matter, I’m not allowed to affect free will. So, I’ll move onto the next topic I’d like to discuss: the Mess of Marriage. Before I go any farther, I’m not implying that my marriage is a mess, or that your personal beliefs of marriage are irrelevant. I’m simply voicing my opinion and giving advice to the best of my abilities.

So on to marriage. For some, the wedding is the happiest day of their lives until they have children, but for others, it’s a massive expense that causes more stress than it’s worth. Mine was the latter. By no means do I regret my wedding, it was beautiful and I loved it, but it was far from my dream wedding and it just stressed me out constantly worrying about what I’d forgotten. Something to keep in mind is that it doesn’t need to be perfect, it just needs to be what you and your significant other wants. You’ve got to communicate with one another. A lack of communication could result in a haphazard marriage where one person is content and the other is unhappy. This can lead to lies, hiding things, affairs, and neglecting not only the needs of your partner but your own needs as well. You don’t want to do this. A side note, you don’t want to talk to anyone about your marital problems, they’ll only make you doubt yourself and your relationship more.

The best advice I can give you is to have faith in what you love, in who you love. Always, always, always communicate, don’t hide anything. Complete and total trust is what helps a relationship thrive and survive. If you have no trust, you have nothing. If you have no love, you have no business being in a relationship. You need to learn to love yourself before you’re capable of loving anyone else, and that’s something that I was having a hard time accepting when I first got with my husband. He’s made me a better person, but it took me quite some time to get where I am with him. Time. That’s important. Time is everything when it comes to love. Don’t rush into things, and do your best to keep a clear mind. Discuss where you see yourself down the line and make sure you have reasonable goals, not only personal goals, but goals with your loved one. Don’t let others bring you down or interfere with your relationship. That’s about all I can say about marriage and love at this point, but there’s always more to it. There’s always more.

Onto my final point, the Density of Depression.

Depression, in my experience, is natural. It comes when you least expect it, and more often than not it comes with absolutely no trigger. One day you’ll be completely okay, then the next it’s like the weight of the world is sitting on your chest attempting to convince you that the world would be better off without you. You can’t believe the demon that sits on your shoulder and whispers terrible things to you. To be honest, battling depression is no easy task, and it usually never completely goes away. It’s like a crippling blow to your self-esteem and it completely skews your perception of the world around you. It’s similar to looking into the mirror after a hot shower; even if you wipe the condensation away, it forms again quickly and you’re unable to focus on anything very clearly. Now there’s a difference between depression and sadness. Sadness goes away, while depression lingers in the back of your mind constantly and tugs at the corners of your mind, not allowing you to focus on anything completely and leaving you in a constant state of self-doubt. It’s unfair to yourself to allow yourself to feel this way. I’m not saying you’re going to be able to simply magically move past it and wish it all away. It’s going to be there, but there’s always a way to distract yourself. Read a book, write an article, go for a walk, take a nap, color in a coloring book, clean something. There’s always something else to do. You can’t allow depression to cloud your mind, you can’t let it convince you that the world would be better off without you. You’re here for a reason, and you’ll never know what it is if you take the easy way out. There’s someone out there who loves you, someone who cares deeply for you. You can’t destroy their happiness just because you can’t find yours. You’ll be okay, you can make it through this.

I don’t have anything else to say on the matter, so I’ll close this entry here. I’ll simply leave you with this: Find your happiness, and once you find it, you hold onto it. Don’t choke it, let it breathe. You need to breathe. You can make it through anything if you put your mind to it and don’t let the shadows hold you back. I believe in you.

Everything With Moderation, a Side of Sarcasm, and a Dash of Humor

Life can be rough. It can be unrelenting and heartless, and at the end of the day sometimes it can make you feel like there’s nothing left to live for. There are days that you won’t want to get out of bed because it feels like things are so terrible, and nights that you’ll lay awake for hours criticizing yourself for everything you did (or didn’t) do that day. There will be long moments of awkward silences caused by a lack of anything genuine to say to make someone else, anyone else feel better; there will be moments where the roar of conversation around you will drown out the very ability to think clearly. There will be mornings when you look at yourself in the mirror and simply crumble at the thought of what your life has become, but there will also be mornings in which you will be confronting your reflection and telling yourself that everything is going to be okay.
The point here is that there are good days and there are bad days for all of us; the trick is to stay positive and always look forward. Dwelling on the past is what makes you a glutton for punishment, and there’s no use crying over spilled milk. It’s perfectly natural to feel sad sometimes, no one can be happy on a constant basis. The key is moderation, this will come up at least once more in this posting, but that’s saved for a little later. If you’re feeling upset, go ahead and cry, scream, punch things… Who cares? You do whatever you need to to blow off steam and make yourself feel better, just don’t let it trap you for longer than necessary. Trust me, you’re fine, just breathe. I assure you, no one is harder on you than yourself.
You have to have a sense of humor about yourself and your environment. Don’t take life too seriously, it’s not like you’re going to make it out alive anyway. You’ve got to take everything with a grain of salt, and don’t be too quick to judge someone before you know the truth. Your mood contributes to an environment just as an environment contributes to your mood. If you walk around angry or sad all of the time, you’re not going to be able to see the joy in life and appreciate what it has to offer. Alternatively, if you walk around with excessive happiness these days people may think you’re crazy or simply ignorant, because for some reason our society deems it necessary for us to feel bad for other people on a constant basis. With a constant barrage of media depicting one threatening or depressing story after another, it does make it difficult to see the bright side of things, believe me, I know. Let me tell you this, though: You have to experience the bad in order to appreciate the good. It’s as simple as that.
problem that I see frequently among friends, strangers, and even myself is that we set unattainable goals for ourselves. I’m not only referring to unrealistic ambitions, but also when you set a goal with an impractical deadline for yourself. In theory there’s nothing wrong with this, however, there’s a high probability that you’re going to beat yourself up over not being able to accomplish the impossible.These goals can go from the simplest thing (like weight loss or sticking to a fitness plan, for example) to dreams of grandeur (such as wanting to engineer the world’s fastest computer before the age of 40), and both can destroy you if you don’t set up a reasonable achievement plan. The first step I suggest taking is set up a series of small knowingly attainable goals that come together to secure a larger objective. From there, all I can tell you is that you control your life and your decisions. Don’t lose faith, you can do whatever you set your mind to.
Something that has crossed my path more than once is the unfortunate case of addiction and substance abuse. I understand more than most people that it’s not something that’s not easily put out of your life, but take it from someone who knows, it gets better. In regards of marijuana (which is most frequently used in my experience), I don’t believe it’s a “drug.” Don’t get me wrong, there are definitely some people who shouldn’t consume THC because they don’t know how to handle themselves, however, there are so many functioning stoners that don’t seem to have a problem. Here it is again, the key is moderation. The users that stay at home and sap government funds to support their habits are not people I approve of. Alternatively, if you work your ass off for your money and pay taxes like a grown adult, why do I care if you wanna light up after a long day? You do you.

In closing:  Don’t let your life be ruled by deadlines and unhappiness, take the reins, and do something for yourself every now and again.