"April is the cruelest month," wrote T.S. Eliot in "The Wasteland. When I think about it, though, March is even farther from unicorns and rainbows. During past years' Slice of Life Story Challenges, I've written about miseries and obstacles during this third month (here, here, and here, among others), and this year seems no different.
Is my psychology's inclination to negative bias or my brain's pattern-seeking behavior to blame? Or do I just glean perverse enjoyment from defensively pessimistic accounting? Regardless of the motivation, here's the latest run-down threatening to run me down:
- A cell phone that decided spending the rest of its life on the boot screen would be its preferred mode of operation
- Car with flat tire
- Remarkably uneven riser installation on the stairs leading to my apartment
- An impending blizzard this weekend, perhaps necessitating a snow day at the vaccine clinic where I'm due for dose #2