The finger of blame from someone not doing their job.

Sometimes getting out of bed should be like putting on flip-flops.  Other times, it seems that getting out of bed was the most horrid mistake of your life.

Lets say...

You get up and start the day with the greatest of easy.  You're happy.  You get a shower.  You hack up your lungs for only 2 minutes this time so you know you're getting over your head cold of a week and a half.  Maybe you stop to look at yourself in the mirror and Wow!  You're losing weight!  Its a great day!
After that, you check your MSN.  Your best friend wants to go do something adventurous!  Yes!  You're all for it! Something new to break the mundane!  Hallelujah!  She comes over as you're eating and you both seem to be pretty happy about things.  Oh!  What is this?!  A love interest wants to hang out later?! AMAZING!

You and your best friend go and find the place, walk around it and joke.  You leave and you go to the park. Its a beautiful day outside. You're both happy for once, not a care in the world. You get a text on your BFF's cell from that love interest. He's bored? He's coming to meet you two with some of his friends?! HOW STUPENDOUS!

You meet up.  You joke around.  You scare one of them and you all have good laughs.  You all pile into the SUV and go riding around.  After a few hours, the lot of you go back to someone's house and just relax.  There's laughs and giggles.

You hang out for a bit and its time to take your BFF back to her car.  You, the love interest, and the BF get in the car and head back at about midnight.  Her mom's called a cell.  Her mom's called your house.

You get back to your house neatly placed directly beside your parents' and your mother is sitting outside in her bathrobe and pjs waiting for you.  Your dad is inside your house using your MSN to talk to whoever you were with.

You wind up getting lectured about the ordeal, basically told it was your fault, called irresponsible, and that you don't have an education.  So, in turn, once again, Rome's mighty and epic fall is your fault.
You sit and think back as you're typing out your day into an internet blog to see if you are going insane from the vicious cycle of finger pointing in your direction from every possible angle Life has.  You realize that not only is it repetitious, you feel that you got the shit end of the stick in every way and there's nothing you can do about it.  You watch as you start to slip into a depression from all this oppressive behavior at the age of 24 from your parents.

Apparently its your fault you can't find a job in a shit economy where major corporations are laying off people that have been there for decades.  Also, it was said that you were acting spoiled and rebellious. Oh dear.  Can't have that, especially when its NOT happening to being with.  Oh and the house you're living in, apparently you can't call it yours.  You don't pay rent.  Its just a fancy prison cell.  Yet, you have no idea how life works.  Anything you have done amounts to anything.  Everything you have learned is nothing but ignorant babble.

Thank you, Rome, for forcing the blame on me. You bastard.