If the shoe fits, wear it; the saying goes.

I woke up this morning and was forced to be unhappy.

My mind was made up for me. I got out of bed and was forced to get dressed into clothes that was forced upon me to go to work to a job that was forced upon me.

I drove in my car (which I hate) that was forced upon me. I also hate my house, it is not good enough for me. The house also was forced upon me. I have so many needs that helps me to be unhappy. I need something better. I need a better car. Even these clothes that was forced upon me could be a whole lot better.

And all the other people going to work irritates me. I mean why the heck can't I have these roads all to myself. Why should I listen to this radio station that was forced upon me? Of course I'm going to be late for work. It is not my fault. It is the fault of this traffic.

If I did not have debts, my life would have been a lot better. These debts also was forced upon me. I am innocent. I am over-weight, It is not my fault that I am over-weight and unhappy. It is all these other people and circumstances that forces me to be unhappy most of the time.

How I hate this job that was forced on me. I never do much work, but even the little I do is just too much. Why can't I pawn all my work off onto someone else? I hate my tiny salary. I did not accept or negotiated this little salary and neither the job. The employer forced it on me.

But I can tell you this for a fact. I can be happy one day if only I had the freedom of choice and if only:

I had no debts
Weighed less
Earned more money
Had a better house
Had a better car
Had a different spouse and kids
Had a different job
Had money in the bank
Was rich

THEN I will be happy. But in the meantime I am forced to be unhappy. This unhappiness is none of my own doing. It was forced upon me. Don't you understand that circumstances rule. I have absolutely no choices. I am trapped in my unhappy treadmill.

Maybe, just maybe if I continue to carry on the way I am. Then maybe the government is going to change and give me a house and loads of money. The government is going to make things better. I might even loose weight. If only I had choices in life. That's why I love playing the lottery. It is my salvation on the horizon.

The boss will notice me loafing in my corner with my pitiful expression on my face. And despite the fact that I do nothing spectacular and bitch and moan all day, he will notice me and offer me a HUGE increase. After all can the boss not see that I am unhappy with my crappie wages, and the incredible loads of work I must do.

I don't care if the boss is unhappy with me. I have the union on my side and all kinds of laws that protects minimum productivity workers like me. They forced me into this job. I will deliver as little as possible as revenge for forcing me into this job.

Please excuse me for awhile, I need to make a private phone call and speak for as long as possible. Phone calls are expensive. Just because I'm unhappy it does not mean that I am so stupid as to do it from home. I need to tell someone that I am unhappy. I must tell them how bad life is. I do this often here at work. It takes my mind of all this insipid nonsense called work.

Those unemployed people are so much better off than me. They can lie around at home waiting for someone to knock on the door to force them into a job. They have so much more freedom in their unhappiness. They should be grateful. I am trapped. Don't you understand, there is absolutely no way out of this unhappy life.

Just think how wonderful life could be if we had choices. But we are so tied down in slavery that happiness is out of the question.

Please just leave me alone! Can't you see that my unhappiness is far more important than yours. I'm not going to give you an inch. First you must give to me. Then maybe, very small maybe will I give something small in return.

You stupid clod! How dare you expect of me to first sow before I can reap. Don't you understand that I am unhappy, miserable and poor. And it is all your fault! Life is raping. Life is not sowing and reaping. If you understood me, you would be flooding me with all the things I lack in life. Only then will I be happy. It is your fault that my life is like this. I had absolutely no say in the matter. I am a mindless robot under your control. And I hate you for it. Thank God the government is going to bail me out.

Sorry I must run now. Need to leave work early today. I've got another more important than work crisis waiting for me elsewhere.

With a pinch of salt.