I greatly enjoy the blog Hyperbole and a Half, and though I’ve read all the posts, I reread them regularly for joy and amusement. This morning, inexplicably awake at 5:00 a.m. and already bored with all the other exciting things you can do at 5:00 a.m., a time of day when every decibel of sound you create carries the full force of a thousand nuclear explosions, I decided to read it again. And I realized, while reading this post, that I am much more like Simple Dog than I would like to admit.
I have had a rough few months — okay, a rough several months — full of problems and change. And this basically sums up my coping mechanisms:
As it turns out, Simple Dog just needed one thing to cope with all the change in her life:
What I need is the human equivalent of a toy that makes noises when it is squeezed. Any ideas?
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