fighting immaturity

ever wonder how it would feel if the photo developing place totally fucked up your black and white pictures, and you still had to pay full price and wait another 5 days for them to rectify it? and then your family is in town just for that day and you never see them since you moved 3,000 miles away, and they don't even call to see you. and your recent ex and current roommate, who both profess to be your close friends--winking face here--, end up in a local movie production where they're in love and have a kissing scene, and neither of them even tell you about it. so say all these things happen in one afternoon. you got shitty photos, forgetful family, and guilty relationships. well imagine some tinned meat of dubious origin, not even spam, worse than spam, think of spam shoved through an industrial meat grinder, twice, so that it's really pasty and mushy and then shoved right back into a tin because no one wants to see that shit. that's an approximation of how you might feel, i'm just guessing.