everything happens for a reason... or does it?

October 31st 2008---officially THE worst day of my life! without getting into too many details, i will say that it was the most humiliating, angering, and altogether shittiest day ever! as i've said before, i'm a firm believer that everything happens for a reason. it makes sense right? even if it's not apparent at the moment, i've found that in hindsight things eventually make sense or have a way of working themselves out. but sometimes, on the rarest of occasions, shit happens. and thats it. nothing more can come of the situation, just SHIT! there's nothing to be learned, nothing gained, nothing accomplished, yada yada yada. so anyway, my hunch is telling me im probably overreacting, and maybe, just maybe, there might be a small chance that i can gather something from the shitfest of that night. but right now i'm refusing to see things in that light. cynical, maybe, well yes actually, but i don't care. and for all the eternal optimists out there... save it! i don't wanna hear the rose colored glasses babble right now--it will only piss me off that much more. im in a "glass half empty" state of mind right now. bleh..... ya know what, i already feel better just letting that out. lol...