“it is what it is”

today’s title brought to you by alex, who uttered it while taking more of her stuff out of the house, this time knowing it was never coming back…

…she was not, however, talking about our former relationship, or anything having to do with it, at the time.

but others have used the phrase in that sense, which kinda bugs and baffles me at the same time.

’cause most of the others have no other. which are always the ones giving the advice, right?

(at this point i’d like to interject that i am two glasses of hundred proof bourbon and a cigar into sunday evening, but in my defense it’s been an emotional day AND i just got done watching ron white, which requires dark liquor and a cigar, doesn’t it? or is that just me? as we were…)

it is what it is…

what philosophical genius came up with this bullshit? i’ve had at least three people say this in conjunction with my recent dismissal from my relationship. if it wasn’t what it is, what would it be? i mean, that is straight up political / corporate speak, isn’t it? it IS depressing. it IS my d.a.m. life (d.a.m. = drunk, alone, and miserable, for all taking notes). but it IS what it IS? fuck every last one of you who said that to me, or anybody else on the cusp of an emotional crisis, damn it…

(i just realized none of the three people who said it have this url – but at least that little bit of ventilation made me feel better, so it works…)

back to the drinking…self-medication, courtesy of the great state of kentucky.