A tall order

One of the articles in the August Cosmo is titled, "Have the Summer You Want!" Oh really? I want a summer that never ends. I want a summer filled with tropical beaches, sparkling getaways, exciting camping trips, and barbecues galore. The summer I want involves me eating glorious foods without ever gaining an ounce. I certainly won't have to worry about money or a job, even though shopping will be a regular occurrence. Weekly pedicures. Daily massages. Drinking without hangovers. Oh, and that list of books I've been meaning to read? Finished, all of them. Think you can do that, Cosmo?

It's always something

Too busy, not busy enough. Too hot, too cold. Too hungry, too full. Too tired, too awake. Too loud, too quiet. It's always one or the other, isn't it? Complain, complain, complain, complain. Is anybody ever happy with his or her present situation? I honestly don't think so. It seems like we pretend to be fine with life, but in actuality we are just doing our best to push through to the next moment that makes us forget our discontent. Maybe I'm jaded, maybe I'm just being truthful here. Who really knows anymore?