good things and bad things

bad happenstances this week:

• hitting traffic jam at 1:30 in the morning when already at absolute limit of strength to keep eyes open
• cell-phone touch screen shattering on the asphalt floor thanks to clumsy butter-finger gene (now slightly cutting fingers everytime i text).
• realizing best friend of 10 years has back-stabbing tendencies and has smeared my reputation at work
• noticing that my money tree is dying (fingers crossed that this doesn't really stand in any relation to my already shabby financial situation).
• new kittens vandalizing entire home. it's official: every single piece of furniture is now slightly torn up ... and this is only the beginning of their terrible reign in my house. :(

good happenstances this week:

• ok...lemme think..............
• uhm...as i am complaining to J about the traffic jam, i notice the passenger in the car next to me is cracking a cigar, which - if you are familiar with the street - means they're about to roll up some smoke. As I look at the two young guys in the front seats, the driver blows me a kiss. I shake my head. They're a good 15 years younger than I (and I'm being stingy with the years). "Alright, hand it over", I joke and their expressions change from attempted seduction to surprise to joy. A minute later they roll up next to me again (it's all stop-and-go) and one of the youngsters stretches over to me to hand me a little bag of weed! I couldn't believe it....all these years I would have loved for someone to hand me a free bag of smoke and then -- when I have decided to let it go to help J stay clean -- there it comes...delivered by a complete stranger in the middle of the highway. ... Tsk, tsk, tsk. ...
  so, this was supposed to be a positive thing that happened...which it totally would have been, would I still be smoking. ;) ....but I'm counting it anyway...just because I feel like I should think more positively. I am feeling mighty bitter these days. Disillusioned and hopeless about the state of humanity. I used to be an optimist, now I would say, I'm a realist, but J just calls me a pessimist. I don't know....I refuse to believe that I it has come to that...