James brought me a guitar for our anniversary. Best present ever. I've been a crap player my whole life and now have the means to get better. But to anyone who's played their first steel string before, you'll know what I mean when I say they bloody hurt!
James told me not to worry, my fingers would toughen up and it wouldn't hurt anymore. And he was right, as usual. My fingers are already callousing.
It got me thinking though, how much in life must we suffer through in the promise it'll stop hurting?
There's the obvious one, break ups. You know it'll stop hurting eventually, but the mean time is a bitch.
Headaches. Noones ever died from one (don't quote me on that, I'm totally just guessing for effect) but that time waiting for the panadol to kick in is shithouse. You've paid good money for pain relief, why the delay?
Today Tonight. You know every day at 7pm it's over, yet it still hurts everytime you turn on channel 7 and it's playing.
Rules of karma, Murphy's Law, unnecessary time in suffering.
Whoever is responsible for this travesty needs a bullet. But they'd use it to shoot a kitten or something, most probably.