Complications

Had to call up all different doctors trying to get statements from them concerning my all encompassing conditions....

Physician... psychiatrist... orthopaedics doctor...

I need documents to be produced by them... something I can't do myself...

Then, I had to call my worker's com lawyer and blah blah blah.....

Then... doctor... then lawyer... then.....

This gets me feel upset... damn fxcking complications....

This reminds me of how a simple incidence called a chair collapsing underneath my big fat buts could lead to the ensuing revelations... while other people fell and they simply stood back up.

I am simple and my life is simple...

Why does it feel as if this simple fool is entrapped by da simply complicated?

It is true... I used to be inspired to be complicated, as evident by my dissertation, for instance, but now I only want to be simple. Why more the complicated?

And... I wonder...

Shall I pack things up and go.... I wouldn't have to give a bag of beans about the DHS at all and what it wants..... would I be able to escape them all... the inescapable complications?

Something tells me... nope.

You can run but you can't hide.

You just have to go through with it regardless of the scenarios.

And I stop asking why.