Loser

What to do when the whole universe in an unprecedented manner, one never seen before, decides to target and single you and Y-O-U only?

No, I’m actually not a self-obsessive teenage girl, I’m a rational twenty year old, and I know I’m smaller than a speck and just as important, yet somehow, I seem to NEVER catch a break and in fact, making matters worse, I’ve lost any kind of edge that I took three years of hardwork and toil to earn, and that too, just like that.

Its inexplicable. I can’t seem to do anything, yet I’m tired, yet I force myself to do everything on my to-do-list, and at the start of a new day, another more important list finds its way into my head and you guessed it, none of it is ever done.

I am actually going through a phase in my life, being accustomed to a decent amount of luck and… well, being cut some slack the ordinary amount, a phase where I am undoubtedly nothing more than your common, average, misunderstood (here goes) Loser.

I can not seem to finish what I want to on time. Things deep rooted in my heart never actually come out and take a physical form and all that hard work I’m ready to put into seems to hide behind my tv or laptop.

Despite almost a week of doing ABSOLUTELY NOTHING I find my body still the throes of being attack from over-stressing myself. Somewhere I know I made a mistake grammatically, but bare with me here. My neck is still killing me, I’ve forgotten how to lead life without a headache, my back pain could make a full grown man cry and my weight loss would have every model in the world jealous. And these are the problems I can make fun of. Wait till you hear the rest.

It’s like I’ve become the flash. I run around doing all this stuff but no one really sees it because I dont linger around begging for the credit. And guess what, I get the blame instead. And when I try to get the credit, I get the blame and a tag for showing-off.

I guess I am the Mayor of Loserville. Population: one. I’m not your ordinary loser too, I actually fight this losing battle day after day after day after day. And when I do decide to “go with the flow”, everything takes a turn from bad to worse.

Maybe the part of my life that I thought to be normal was abnormal and now the universe is shifting to make way for my permanent-resident-of-Loserville life. The only other explanation is that the universe is conspiring against me and this reasoning is rather tiresome, so maybe this is where I’m headed. Ms. Unlucky, Ms. Blame-Me-When-You-Got-No-One-Else, and a bunch of other clever names I could come up with to call myself, among which my favourite being (you guessed it) Loser. Without any prefix.

Loser Smith.

Yup, sounds about right.