Bad News (or how we say:"Phew...")

"Shit happens", yeah, saying that this is an understatement, would be an understatement in itself. When it happens, it comes in big waves. Sometimes, even I like to say: "Who knows what good that might bring..." But at times, it is OBVIOUS that something will not bring any good to anyone. Totally and utterly not. All the other sentences as well, starting from cliches like "It's going to be OK", passing through philosophical crap embodied in "Life/God/nature/destiny brings balance to all things", and ending with something even more misplaced in reality that I cannot think of at the moment - nothing comes to a comprehensible proximity of being appropriate. So, it is there in the pile of broken, impotent words and sentences that you start to wonder - why? And you will never, ever, ever, never find the answer. Face the fact. God is bored at times, not careful enough.
And you are powerless. Can't do absolutely anything about it. Sitting duck, clay pigeon, chicken crossing the road. Plenty of stories to tell, if you make it that far. You get so wrinkled and used up that noone pays attention anymore. The difference is you wentthrough it gradually, had enough time to think about it, to analyze the others, to understand, try too many times to explain it to others - as I'm doing now. All I know, and probably all I'll ever know, is that it ("shit", "misery", "bad news", "unfortunate circumstances", etc.) comes in waves and nothing good can come out of it.
I'll sit/run/lie down comfortably, consider myself lucky, be an optimist and hope that I'm distracted enough not to think about it too often. Just as often as it takes so that I get reminded how good I'm having it. I guess everyone will - bastards.

Olaf's insides are made of adamantium, that's what makes him cute and cuddly - and you know it!