I officially no longer care about bad days. I shrug them off.
Really, who gives a shit?
All the time I see people get all wound up over little things, and I wonder, why do you worry about it?
- My car gets a flat tire? I don't give a shit
- I come down with a cold? Good, I can take a day off from work
- Forgot to pay the meter and got a parking ticket? Fuck it, I can afford it.
I have gotten myself to the point mentally where little bullshit doesn't affect me.
This is my rule of thumb: One day a month of your life is going to suck. That is 12 days a year, or on average 1,000 for a lifetime if you live to 80.
In your lifetime you should expect to experience 1,000 shitty days, and there is nothing you can do about it.
Don't get me wrong, I still get pissed off over "major" things. I don't want to catch cancer or Aids. I don't want to got shot, or lose a limb.
But in reality, if it's doesn't affect my health and it is under $2,000. I don't really give a shit.