Good Better Best

Everybody’s doing their best.  I guess.
We get married and have babies and make friends and get a job, or lose a job.  We buy stuff, so much stuff to fill a hole in our hearts, a hole the size of the Universe it seems.  We drink and smoke and stay up late.  We overindulge – too much cake too much wine too much sex.
We bitch about each other – mum and dad this, mum and dad that.  He’s thin, she’s too fat.  WTF did she do to her hair!!

Everyone’s doing their best.  I guess.

And everyone’s doing their worst.

Or maybe that’s just me.