I love the way this turns something that would be so emotional into something so matter of fact. Like a shopping list that goes: bread, milk, eggs, coffin.
I like your analogy. When a person’s troubles pile up, it becomes a dark comedy. So one’s perspective of the situation becomes matter of fact like oh okay so got a $100 ticket for speeding, washer broke down, and my pet got run over, so almost an expectation of more bad stuff becomes the norm for this unfortunate being that didn’t ask to be born in the first place. See how it leads to a story . . . we’ll call it Endless Loss.
Karina Pinella 
I love the way this turns something that would be so emotional into something so matter of fact. Like a shopping list that goes: bread, milk, eggs, coffin.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I like your analogy. When a person’s troubles pile up, it becomes a dark comedy. So one’s perspective of the situation becomes matter of fact like oh okay so got a $100 ticket for speeding, washer broke down, and my pet got run over, so almost an expectation of more bad stuff becomes the norm for this unfortunate being that didn’t ask to be born in the first place. See how it leads to a story . . . we’ll call it Endless Loss.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Wow what a weekend!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Haha
LikeLiked by 1 person
woooo Karina! haha
LikeLiked by 1 person
a poetic disaster…:)
LikeLike
That WOULD be a terrible weekend, glad it’s only in your mind. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes, of course
LikeLiked by 2 people
OH! Whew! Thought it was for reals your spouse ran away.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I hope this is more Haiku than your actual weekend horror story… 😮
LikeLiked by 1 person
Haha. Most of my writings are simply from my imagination.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Glad to hear it. ☺
LikeLiked by 1 person