Fuck Effort

Fuck Effort

It’s truly the way I’m feeling today. Maybe for the last few days. I read this gossip blog called Crunk and Disorderly… and even though I’m not really one for gossip, I go there to research something quickly and end up spending a good hour reading through the horridness that is the media these days. As with most blogs, it has the ability to apply a “category” to each blog. She has the funniest ones… like “Jesus Be a Co-Pilot“, “Casket Sharp“, “Hoe, Sit Down” and “Why Must I Cry?“. “Fuck Effort” is also one of her categories… and I’m applying it to my general disposition lately…. just about everything.

Because… why? You’re going to work hard to stack your little cards into this pretty pretty castle just for someone to accidentally (read: wasn’t thinkin about YOU) knock it into a messy pile for you to clean up before someone yells at you for trying to get anything right. So… like… why? Sometimes you give your 153% if you’re going to be thwarted, belittled, told that you’ll never make it, have someone else steal your successes, watch you work hard and then change the game up on you so that it means nothing. And it’s inevitable that it’ll happen at some point. And yeah – okay – the “Anyway” Poem applies right here… I get that. This is my 20 minutes to be just downright negative. It just makes me wonder about all things in life… why bother? If it’s just going to crumble in your face anyways? So okay… till 7:00PM… I’m serious.

Fuck Effort.

I’ll be better by 7:01.


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