“I had this really bad feeling since the beginning of last year that my entire life would turn to shit near the middle of this year. And I’m afraid that that’s what has been happening. My life is slowly being ruined,” said Lizzie.
Let me first point out that this is a Typical Lizzie Statement. Lizzie’s life is by no means shit. Furthermore, if all goes the way it’s been going, Lizzie’s life will never be shit. She lives in a suburban, gated community with a nice little white picket fence. Her parents love her and are utterly devoted to doing anything for her. Not only do Lizzie’s parents love her, they love each other. Her mother works from home and picks her up right after school is finished every day. They eat dinner together every day. And every day, her father goes to sleep at 7:30 PM so that he can wake up at 5AM and go for a 5 mile jog. They are all very happy, healthy, and comfortable.
Her sole problem is that Nash, the “love of her life”, has a girlfriend.
“Has anything even changed for you this year?” I snapped “Besides the fact that Nash now has a girlfriend, I mean”
“No,” said Lizzie, “that was enough to ruin my life.”
That was enough to ruin her life. Enough to ruin her natural life. I just want to shake some sense into Lizzie. Take her by the shoulders and vigorously shake her until she realizes what a naive, ungrateful little brat she is. I would never wish anything bad on her, but I wish that she could at least know what it’s like to have a less than perfect life. A life where a guy not loving you isn’t the worst of your problems.
