Trouble comes like rain, so I've been told. But there is no trouble-free life. really. Not even for Bill Gates or the Queen of England. There’s no guarantee that things won’t go wrong, malfunction, break down, go off tangent or totally miss the mark because it does and will. Rain pours down equally on the good and the bad, the rich and the poor, the sick and the healthy, on tattered threads, and on your best Sunday suit. Troubles, like rain, don’t choose their target; no distinctions made, everybody is fair game.
That’s just what I hate about it. I wish that it would pick the likes of a Princess of Someplace or the Maharajah of a kingdom. Lol But, please, spare little ole me-- an ordinary small unknown teeny-weeny person that could very well go through life unnoticed and rocking nobody’s world! But alas it does pick on me, too, and so with every blob of head inhabiting the face of the earth. Why? Because!
Exactly, there’s no plausible explanation why. Troubles come, like it or not, and no amount of pleading or sweet talk can make it skip you. It’s not like .....
'Hey, if I promise to clean up my room, eat my vegetables, and love my enemies, will you NOT come to my door?’
You know what it’ll say to that? “Sure, buddy, clean up your room and the garage, too; devour your vegetables till you puke; and love your enemies till they drop dead incredulous over you --- BUT I’m coming just the same!”.
Can you believe that?!! SOMEBODY stop the world and let me out!! :-)