Nature freaking sucks.
It hates me.
And the feeling is quickly becoming mutual.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t hear.
I can’t sleep.
I can’t think.
I can’t even go outside without hacking like a geriatric geezer about to keel over on the sidewalk as a single delicate breeze threatens to collapse my lungs and suck the sole remaining ounce of life left in me.
But then, it’d probably be just as well.
After all, I doubt I’d be looking forward to going back indoors to face the equally suffocating mountain of laundry that typically awaits me.
There’s nothing quite like a breath of killer fresh air.
Fresh air is good for you, people always say.
Fresh air, my ass.
It’s bad for my health.
Plain and simple.
Sneeze, sniffle, honk!
Wheeze, gasp, choke!
It ain’t pretty.
Oh, what’s wrong?
Nature! That’s what’s wrong!
Sure, there are stunning mountains, oceans, and other incredible scenic wonders in this world.
But some days, those natural beauties don’t even begin to balance out whatever toxic crap permeates the air.
Speaking of nature…
The sky is the limit when it comes to the range of possible allergens just waiting to wreak havoc on the already inefficient human body.
What do flowers, cats, and dairy have in common?
They’re all plotting to kill us, that’s what!
From respiratory to food to skin, there’s a unique allergy out there for everyone.
Air is an essential element of life.
Yet, it’s trying relentlessly to kill me.
(Much like the water I frequently find myself nearly choking to death on whenever I attempt to have a sip.)
I haven’t been able to hear out of my left ear for days.
Then again, I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad thing, what with all the chaos around me.
And I’ve gone through enough tissues this week alone to take out an entire forest.
One thing’s for sure:
There’s no inner peace when one can’t inhale or exhale.
But meditation and guided imagery can be quite helpful, from what I understand.
Except for the fact that all I can envision is hopping on the first flight out of town to a remote tropical island to escape it all.
I’ve tried everything under the sun for relief.
Lavender and peppermint oil in a diffuser.
But nothing has been working.
At least, not long enough to help get me through the day.
Or the night.
So I shove a pillow over my head.
Suffocation might at least grant me some much-needed rest.
Breathe in, wheeze out.
Repeat for maximum exhaustion.
I’m beyond help.
And the stress from all those sleepless nights only exacerbates things.
Bad for one’s health?
It’s a proven scientific fact that stress compromises the immune system by lowering immune response.
And the only solution, it seems, is to escape to a land far, far away.
To a peaceful, allergen-free life on that aforementioned deserted island.
Perhaps I ought to wear a full face mask whenever I brave the outdoors.
That ought to make a great impression with the neighbors.
Here’s the biggest irony of it all:
I don’t litter.
I always recycle.
I’ve been known to pull recyclable objects out of the trash can, rinse them out, and place them in the recycling bin, for God’s sake.
I freaking care about the environment.
I try my damnest to do my part to save the earth.
And, in turn, the environmental does its best to kill me as a way of expressing its gratitude.
The great outdoors ain’t so great when it’s undoubtedly trying to do me in.
But, as the saying goes, no good deed goes unpunished.
So maybe the next time a passenger attempts to toss trash out my car window, I might conveniently pretend not to notice, instead of threatening to stop the car and dump the offending litterbug off on the side of a busy highway.
Take that, nature!
Oh, who am I kidding?
I can’t help myself.
I’ll continue to try to save this freaking planet, even as it continues to try to choke the life out of me.
Sniff, cough, wheeze!
~Happy Friday friends! Hope you have a wonderful, allergy-free weekend!~