Fuck My Big Fat Chungus Life

My article for VALLEY this week is going in a bit of a different direction than I usually tend to take. I’m going to be talking about my big fat chungus life.

A Morning Of Terror

I wake up and turn over in bed to see my phone lightly buzzing on the charger. It did the thing where it randomly turns down your ringer in the middle of the night, and now I missed my first class. I pray that nothing too important happened. 

I try to move on and get my day started as little setbacks like these don’t often phase me. I sit straight up on my dorm bed in South and wiggle my toes, reaching for my step stool to safely dismount. My pink Five Below stool cracks beneath my weight and sends me hurdling towards the ground. My roommate chuckles while I examine my sore body for where the bruise will form.

I trek to the bathrooms, but of course they are all taken. I press my ear to each door and I hear the shower running in all of them. I decide I will brush my teeth in the open sink first and hope there is a bathroom open by the time I’m done. I take out my retainer and immediately drop it on the disgusting communal, tiled floor. I finish brushing my teeth and stomp angrily back to my room. 

Fuck my big fat chungus life.

Yes, this nightmare scenario is something that has actually happened to me quite recently. I felt like Alexander from the childhood book “Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.” I give up on attending my second class as the day is already ruined, and I lay in bed and stare at the ceiling wondering which deity I pissed off to be having this sort of luck.

The Ultimate Question

Why do bad things happen to people who try their very best? I ponder this idea a lot, and I think I’ve come to a conclusion. Shitty things happen, and they will continue to happen. As cringey as it sounds, enduring the bad parts of life is all part of the master plan of enjoying the good parts. 

Through endless therapy sessions and complaining to my equally miserable friends, I’ve realized that sometimes the world throws challenges at us just to test our strength. As my friend Avery says, “The world gives their toughest battles to their strongest soldiers.” 

The Answer

Moral of the story: Bad things WILL happen to you, but focusing on the good is what will get you through. 

One of my family members got diagnosed with cancer this summer, but this fall she is 100% cancer free. School is tough, but my hard work is paying off and I’m on track for a 4.0 this semester. My anxiety is the worst it’s been in years, but my friends are always there, holding my hand through every panic attack and freakout.

No matter how bad your big fat chungus life seems, take a deep breath, surround yourself with the people who make you happy and keep on keepin’ on, because even rock bottom has a floor.

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