That new connect is going too well, almost too good to be true. And then, something finally goes down,
Ah, there it is, the fuckening!
We’ve all been there. You get screwed over a couple times, and suddenly you’re using “fuckening” as a real word 😂
Here’s the thing though, is it really so bad? The fuckening?
Think of all the times you’ve had your heart broken, your dreams crushed, your ambitions spat on, and I’m pretty sure the list is long.
Bad things happen to us. Isn’t that why “life is unfair” was coined? In solidarity of the ugly past?
But here’s the thing, is it really so bad? Or are we made to believe it is?
As a woman who’s been through some of the most unimaginable stuff, I’ve been thinking: The fuckening basically made me!
Not really, but somehow.
The fuckening is necessary, matter of fact: pretty much unavoidable. Yin Yang anyone?
So if life is designed to fuck you good and fuck you bad, isn’t it easy to just enjoy the fuck?
You go on a date, if it’s good – you might get lucky. If it sucks- be polite and get through it….either a date always comes to an end.
Just like a good or a bad date, life’s pretty much the same. Only, death is the end.
Here’s my point before you start think of high on shit: We live in an era where pain is glorified.
Where we are encouraged to live in our pain whether to help another or to just to go through it.
Sometimes the pressure to wear your past or pain like a badge is too much, all you want to do is not exist anymore (I’ve been there) but then what?
And why do you need to wear it like a badge?
The fuckening, as fun as the word sounds, why shouldn’t life be the same because at the end of it, aren’t you you because of all the fucks you’ve had to endure?
Besides, don’t just love it when the fuckening is absolutely amazing? 😉 What I’m trying to say is this: It don’t matter really because the fuckening is here to stay!
So, How about we just acknowledge the fuckening and just watch paper towns?
