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.