THOW ME A BONE, WORLD!

When you're life seems to be lashing by, shainrg all it's great memories with everyone else - Giving everyone but you opportunities, sharing it's good luck around behind your back... It's easy to be stubborn. Because, you know, I didn't want it's luck anyway! Who needs those crappy oppertunities - I'M FINE. JUST LEAVE! I'm better without you anyway, World!
Thats easy. Stubborn Bitch is an easy role to play against the World. It's easy to pretend it doesn't hurt when you look at your life and know that your the reason it's not that exciting. Easy to just accept its not going to get any better - You know, all that "I've made my bed and now I've got to sleep in it!" nonsense.
Easy peasy lemon squeezy.

Where's the fight, aye?
Wheres the "Hang on world, everyone else got a bone, wheres mine?"
Wheres all that Stand-Up-For-What-You-Believe-In crap?
Wheres the will to put in some effort and FIGHT?

I know as well as you do where it is. Its chucked somewhere at the back of your mind, sealed in a box labelled 'Forget about it'. Its stacked right up there with 'yeah right!' and 'can't be fucked'.
Every so often you'll take a peek inside box 'Forget about it', just to see how that Effort you put in there is holding up.
You might even give it a go - Put a little effort into something; Go for a few walks, insist on getting up early, try a new recipe, Maybe even start a new project!
And for a little while, you forget why effort was so terrible in the first place.
But you see, effort is like going bikini shopping.
You know it has the potential to be unpleasant, yet you go anyway. On goes bikini One; UGH! - Off goes bikini two; double UGH!
Approximately 17 bikini's later, you'll find a half decent one.
Then you chance a glance behind you, and see the beauty of a big breasted super model trying on the exact same bikini.
Well, Fuck.

We shove Effort back into 'Forget about it' and bury it deep in out subconscious - After all, 'what to make for dinner' is a much larger and more important box. Why worry about... What was it? Effit? No, No. Dinner is a highly pressing matter.
And when out tummies are full, and minds are content with enthralling Soaps and Reality TV, we drift off into the wondrous heaven we call sleep.

When we wake up, however, what do we do?
We take a peek inside 'forget about it' box, looking for that bone the World forgot to throw us.