No reason No rhyme No problem

I think sometimes things happen for no reason. We can't just pick situations that have no bipolar undertones to them? Can we?
Even if I wasn't around mentally unfit people and I was in the forest, there'd be wild creatures trying attack me.
There must be an invisible sign on me that says "Attack When Ready".

People tell me to me to choose my surroundings better and so, that's what I've been striving to do. I mean if there was a Surrounding Consultation Firm, I would hire them immediately. Lifetime membership. Direct deposit. I would be their lobbiest in a heartbeat.
Sadly, there isn't. There's only a slogan that's been passed down from generation to generation and it's called "Better Luck Next Time", its from the creators of "Never Give Up".

Well, I'd like to give up. Just for an entire summer. Maybe even bleed into fall and winter.
I'd like to give up just enough to have a peace of mind and hear myself think again. Just the right amount to wake up knowing that the stress of the week went on hiatus.

So, yes maybe this life is full of stress, rejection and repeat but that's part of the bargain. The bargain I'm certainly unaware of. The contract that was signed in my name.
Until there is a declared National Giving Up Day, then I suppose there really is no reason no rhyme no problem.