The happy place

Hello metal heads!!

Problems: it’s ok to let go of them for a while, to go on an adventurous journey. They’ll be there when I get back, that’s for certain.

Of course I’m open to aroma therapy, ethereal oils or whatever, it’s just I have no sense of smell most days.

That’s too bad, may I feel sorry for myself for having had no sense of smell, for example? — I think not.

I think not.

But why? Realistically, I ought to be able to complain about stuff, even if I’m not the elephant man!

It SUCKS to have no smell!

There.

That feels good to get out of my system! I wonder what I’ll complain about next?

Thing is I’ve been having this small devil in my shoulder, advising me.

I’ll start listening to this devil more, because I believe it’s in my own self interest.

See you in hell, then!

Thing is that it isn’t even a devil, but rather some awesome force to be reckoned with, beyond good or evil.

But if i listen to this voice more, people will like me less!

Good riddance!