I suppose that is neither a specific nor a novel thought.
The thing I guess I haven't quite caught on to/accepted is that there isn't always a way out. There's no guarantee of a reversal of fortune just around the bend. No friend is going to spontaneously pander to your needs. Furthermore, complaining to your friends won't make anything feel better. There isn't a greater purpose, lesson to be learned, or reward for surviving a trial. It just stings, and nothing is going to stop it.
However, there is chocolate.
I'm gonna go to the vending machines now.
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