On the other hand–if you hate to cook but you still have to do it because your family is waiting for their meals, and you get ridiculed for your mediocre cooking skills, bad things start to happen. Like the activation of the soft, wispy poison found in all of us from being told how terrible we are. And then we become even more terrible. If you look at your face in the mirror when there is just the tiniest bit of light, sometime in the middle of the night when something you can’t figure out wakes you up, you can see what you really look like.
Wow! This book sure is unique….and I loved it!
100 Unfortunate Days is not really a novel, but more of a diary…100 days worth of a diary. The diary of a mad person? Or is this person sane and everything around/about them is insane? Or could it be that some of what you might read actually belongs to you in one way or another?
I found myself drawn into the diary entries, feeling that part of me was actually there, feeling the feelings that the entrant was writing about, like I was actually thinking them, too. Sometimes I do think the very things the author wrote about. Too many antibiotics which make superbugs so that even antibiotics won’t work anymore, whining about needing glasses because you can’t read the directions on the shampoo bottle but yet, we don’t want to see what’s actually happening…
So you check your emails twenty-seven times today because someone might tell you that you actually are important.
I don’t want to care about anyone’s happiness. I don’t want to care if they are hurt. I don’t want to have to give a shit if they are hungry or tired or failing. I want to pop in the party and leave, in my own car, when the fun is over.
But nothing is more repulsive than a crying baby. “But it will be so much different taking care of it when it is yours.” Well, I’ve got news for you: it’s not different. Well–maybe it is. It’s 10,000 times worse because now you have to figure out what the fuck is wrong and you have to listen to it and you can’t sleep and it’s you who is never not tired again. Even if you don’t figure out what’s wrong it never ever, ever, ever stops. You wake up again and again and you wonder if the jail time for murder would be worth it.
These are just a few little snippets from this book. Snippets that I’m sure all of us have felt before. We’re not good enough, we’re not doing something right or we’re just not right at all, thinking terrible thoughts. We’ve all had those paranoid feelings of someone thinking badly of us when in actual fact, they haven’t thought about you at all. Our demons take over sometimes, making us think/do silly things. Maybe your examples are worse than the above ones from the book, maybe they’re so bad that you wouldn’t be able to admit them. This is where this book takes you…through a journey of darkness and personal demons.
I’ve never read anything like this before, and as I said, it is most different and unique. 5 stars just doesn’t seem enough!