If nothing's right, what's wrong?

The other day I had an epiphany. It came about while I was coco broussing my house and crying. When you coco brousse you use half the dried husk of a coconut to rub the dirt off of your floor. You do this with one foot on the brousse, moving it back and forth, while your other foot keeps your balance and hops along sideways to get you across the floor. When you do this while crying, it means you're having a terriffically bad day.
My bad day kind of snuck up on me. It was a mixture of frustration and holiday depression. After spending Christmas with people very unlike my family on an island so hot we all called putting our swimming suits on "getting dressed", I bought a hammock. What I didn't know was that this hammock would bring me nothing but problems. I just saw it and thought Wow! I could put this in my house. It will be great.
That hammock meant having hooks welded,(one week) a hole gouged in two of my cement walls (one week of talking about it and one very noisy day) and new cement used to sloppily fill them in after the hooks were installed. Then, I discovered the hammock was too long and sitting in it meant sitting on the floor and looking like an idiot. All of these things were going through my head when it hit me.
This is why people go home early. Because they feel this bad and can't stop and they pack their bags, give Mcar the finger and get the hell out.
I didn't want to be one of these people. I sat in the idiot seat to think about it. What would make me feel better? Nothing came to me. I stared at my feet, which were high above my head at this point, and then I realized-I could shorten the hammock. It's made in such a way that the ends can be altered, I just never noticed.
I jumped up, made my hammock a little bit smaller and then flopped down on it. As soon as I was in, I began rocking back and forth in that wonderful way that only hammocks do. I stopped crying. I made myself swing some more and thought, I could really get used to this.