Hell is life drying up

When I first read this line, “hell is life drying up,“ it sounded odd, like I had to re-read it again to understand what it was saying. And I took it to mean that when you let your life dry up, you’re in hell. I’ve also read the line, “hell is other people,” which could relate to this too, but let’s stay on topic.

I wondered, What does life look like all dried up? What is a dried up life? Well, for me, it’s one that lacks excitement, joy, peace, happiness, fun, adventure. It’s a life of only eating vegetables and drinking water. There’s no sugar or alcohol or sex or laughter. It’s lukewarm black coffee or green tea.

It’s doing the same fucking shit over and over again: wake up, turn off blaring alarm, piss, shit, drink water, eat the same breakfast you eat every day, unenthusiastically kiss your husband who feels like a roommate, commute to work like Peter in Office Space, eat your packed lunch, work some more, get lost in social media, work a little more, commute to the gym, tune everyone out with a random playlist, go home, microwave a frozen meal, eat dinner in front of the TV with your roommate of a husband, ask the same shit over and over again, “How was your day?“, “How was the gym?“, “What do you want to watch?“ It’s chewing gum after it’s lost its flavor. Kiss each other good night with tight lips — the same way you’d kiss your grandmother, push in earplugs and bite into…