The show must go on

So, I have recently been looking over the mess I like to call my life. I have decided that I make it far more complicated than it has to be. Perhaps this is a side-effect of the instinctive human desire for the drama and the challenge of getting through all these little things. That or it could be that life is playing hardball, and I've always sucked at sports...you know, except basketball, in which my height gives me an obvious advantage. And I still suck at it. So, I begin to wonder to myself whether it is the human desire for challenge, for misery or just the overall need to be humiliated beyond all belief every once in a while which drives us all towards actions that lead to the type drama that one would expect from an Aaron Spelling show. Also, the drama gives us a portal in which we can easily allow ourselves to be analyzed by our friends without being, you know, all with the self-consciousness that usually applies to everything that is me...er, ah, human. Yeah, maybe getting a little too personal here. Ah, but the drama...it is everything that makes life worth living and worth hitting someone with a car. More strangeness yet to come.