Anger Diary #532: The Neverending Chapstick

March 19, 2019


Dear Diary …


Let’s get all trippy and philosophical here for a second … because I’m wondering if there’s ever been a human on earth who has ever done a certain thing.  Do you ever have those weird, trippy questions in your head?  Things like … “I wonder if somebody’s thinking about me right now?” … “Is anybody else embarrassingly dancing around their kitchen to old Huey Lewis songs?”  You know … philosophical stuff like that.


Anyway … here’s what I’m looking for … and I don’t think this person exists … Is there a single human on the planet who has EVER used an entire thing of chapstick?  Because I don’t think there is.


In my entire life, I have NEVER finished a thing of chapstick.  They simply just disappear about halfway thru their use, and then I gotta go buy a new one.  Not a single time in my ENTIRE existence have I made to the bottom of one of those things. I don’t think I’ve even come close.


And that’s why I put it out there, because I’m pretty confident that there’s not a single person in the history of mankind who’s managed to pull this off.  I mean … if you told me you had a picture on your phone of Bigfoot making out with the Loch Ness Monster while he was riding a unicorn ... I’d consider that a more likely possibility.


Go ahead … prove me wrong.  Claim to be the person who’s used a whole thing of chapstick.  Show me that person, and I will show you a LIAR!

OK … moving on Diary …


I stink.


And I don’t mean “I’m bad at something.”  (I’m bad at several things … listening … caring about your feelings … basketball …)  Anyway … it’s not that.  It’s that I actually stink.  Like smelly. (Is this where I can use the word “literally” and say I “literally stink?”  You know what?  I hate that word so much, I’m not using it even if it is.)


Fact is ... I stink.


Now ... I shower.  I wash.  I use soap.  And if you run into me, I smell fine.


It’s not during everyday life.  It’s at night.


When I fall asleep, I don’t know what kind of transformation happens, but I am a rotten stinky ogre of a creature. I go to sleep normal, but then when I wake up in the morning, all my pillows smell like some dirty troll slept on ‘em.  It’s like I have a secret second life where I fall asleep, and then I live under a bridge and collect tolls from “Ye who be trying to pass by into my village.”


Where is this stench coming from?  Why am I sweating so dang much?  And is there a way to coat myself in some kind of protective, sweet-smelling layer to make this all go away?


I don’t wanna stink!  And my wife sure as heck don’t want me stinkin’ either!  So what do I do?




Alright ... well thanks for nothing!


Till next time Diary … I say … Goodbye.



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