I got it bad
You don’t know how bad I got it
You got it easy
You don’t know when you got it good
It’s getting harder
Just keeping life and soul together
I’m sick of fighting
Even though I know I should
Wouldn’t it be good to be in your shoes
Even if it was for just one day
Wouldn’t it be good if we could wish ourselves away
Wouldn’t it be good to be on your side
The grass is always greener over there
Wouldn’t it be good if we could live without a care
Wouldn’t It Be Good by Nik Kershaw (1984)
The words to this song always strike a chord with me. No matter how many times I tell myself that I’m damn lucky and fortunate to have my life (I truly am), things that seem devastating when they’re happening (yet in hindsight are truly insignificant) always fuck up my perspective. I feel sorry for myself, wish my life could be better, compare myself to others and convince myself that they’re happier because of X, Y, and Z. And I’ll fantasize about a different life, a happier life, a stress-free life.
My friends, this fantasy life does not exist. Every single person has stress and strife, trials and tribulations. It’s all a matter of degree. What will break you? What can you withstand? What can you survive?
I always thought the singer was being a bit facetious, as in he knows that this “other person” doesn’t have it any better yet we all sometimes yearn for the ability to “wish ourselves away.” Haven’t we all thought, at a particularly embarrassing or excruciating moment, “I don’t wanna be here no more…I don’t wanna be here no more…”
I’ve been reading so much terrible news lately, it reinforces how lucky I am and how there’s an entire world full of people who are experiencing things that are the stuff of nightmares. It makes me sick. It makes me wonder why in the fuck humans are so goddamn awful.
Everything about the Ray Rice situation.
The leaked celebrity nude photos and how a very vocal group of (mostly) men don’t give a shit about the hideous invasion of privacy because all they care about is their ability to fap off to these photos.
Everything about Michael Brown and Ferguson.
Jesus Christ, how can we go on?
The Husband asks me why I constantly put myself into a state of rage and despair by reading the news. Sometimes I want to turn it off and remain blissfully ignorant. But I can’t. I feel like I need to do something. I’ve been researching what I can do in my community to start contributing and making a difference. I can’t just sit here, bitch about the world and do nothing.
Sorry this is such a bummer of a post. It’s kind of where my mind’s been lately. I promise I’ll be back with something happy and sugary soon!