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'Tis a silly little thing, this life that I live. This has been especially pointed out to me in the last several months of my life. Life doesn't seem to want me to ever be able to get the upper hand on it. I guess if I did, it would be boring. Just when I think I've got everything together, it all falls apart. But that's what keeps me on my toes. Let me give some examples.
Nah, nevermind...that would be whiny and stuff. You're just going to have to believe me on this one.
My life is like an endless Spades game, which lately isn't too far- fetched considering how long many of our games have been lasting. Sometimes things feel like I'm so far in the negatives that there's no way I'll ever get back into the game unless I either go ten for two or go blind nil. It's that middle ground, the bidding four and five every hand that gets old really fast. I think I was going ten for two at the end of the summer when I first came back to school. Now I'm definitely going blind low, and I keep taking the last trick with the six of hearts.
Any good card player or mathmetician (I am neither) could tell you that the trick to coming back from being down really far is to work your way back up slowly. Bid your hand or a little bit over, set the other team now and then, and get back in. It takes a lot more time and a lot more patience, but the odds are usually more in your favor than either of the aforementioned extremes. I'm just not sure that I have that patience anymore, and I keep getting dealt crappy hands.
Maybe I'd just be better off if I went and bought a new deck of cards*.
* this closing line just HAD to be used, but I can't exactly figure out what the deep meaning behind it is. Let me know if you do.