There are some things that you are fed of like, ironically, the emptiness in your stomach and the interlocking conflicts trapping you in a web of nauseating madness.
Why can't we be so full of such rather than of fat? In that way we could be on a problem diet? (like south beach problem diet or after-six problem diet or... suicide diet?)
If so, then the most freaked-out people would be having "problematic anorexia" and the most pathetic people would be those diagnosed to have nth degree "problematic obesity".
Why can't problems be like the hair on your head that you can pretty much trim down whenever you want to (or grow if you're an enthusiastic lad)?
If so, then the parlor should serve as a "solution rendezvous" for everybody (not only of women). And the gay hair styler/barber must be the world's bestfriend (no, it's not the dog this time). You can even choose how to tame/relax/straighten your conflicts (or even curl it the more, again if you're a very much enthusiastic lad)- you can even go skinhead to put it all off and be on top of the world (probably that would be the all-time fad for both sexes).
Shave it all, I say! (Hmm.. blades would be very marketable at that)
Why can't the world be a candyland? So that problems would just be toothaches and the dentists would be the highest paid professionals (as if I am one!).
If problems/catastrophies were made to be seasonal (if someone insists that we must have more than one in our entire life), I'd choose winter so there's abundance of ice to heal everybody's wound... so that the sky would at least pretend to be sympathetic of all woes. Leave the sun of autumn, summer and spring for moving on.
But instead someone shouted "What won't kill you would make you stronger"... and that's what He heard...
