damn guilty

I have spent the day fuming about not getting any holiday in place for easter, because i was a day shy and now everything are fully booked. I went from mad, upset, and dissapointedly resigned to the fact that i'd most probably do the same boring thing again.

Was keeping quiet and silently curse the world of never letting me get the small things that i wanted like a stupid measly holiday. I was so absorbed in hating my impatience, myself and basically hating the world. Then as i was standing there pitying myself, an old man came by rummaging the trash can in front of me and as it turns out he's collecting cigarette buts that still have one or two drags left for him to satisfy his nicotine craving.

Who am i to hate the world ?????? If either one of us has the better reason to hate it, it's gotta be that old man. And from the look of it he seemed pretty damn happy. I curse myself for being ungrateful sodding being.