The level of bullshittery in my life currently is off the chart. These people are trying to kill me, not literally. The situations and scenarios are PTSD forming, but I'm either numb or immune to it now. Why so much drama? I mean something happened that could have been much worse but fate said, "you have a 50/50 chance" and my luck is so good that I avoided the consequences by chance. Very stressful. Same day, continuation of the saga mentioned earlier. Do I have any time for any of this? No.

I'm about to spend the next four 14 hour days doing hard labor so that's a plus. Hopefully I can catch up without dying, it's painfully slow but the day drags on, so that's a plus. Last weekend felt like 2x longer.

I'm not complaining though, no, and not looking for sympathy. It's just so strange that it's unbelievable yet at the end of the day nothing's really changed in my every day life. Like a bad sitcom-romcom but I'm the bumbling, hard working, comic relief with a foreign accent that gets dumped on.

"Generic catchphrase"
*cue laugh track*

If I put this in a novel, it would seem obviously contrived and unrealistic. Having that spiritual awakening allows me to look at all this from a distance and say, "wow, that's funny." Otherwise I'd be breaking down surely. Instead I'm mildly amused.