Fuck MY Life.

People seem to be saying this all the time nowadays and it’s cropping up everywhere from email, to Facebook and Twitter, to notes to your Gran and in even in actual conversations (grrr…) along with everywhere in between.  People are rolling it out with alarming regularity.

Someone scratched my car and didn’t leave a note… FML
Missed out on a job (you probably weren’t qualified for anyway)… FML
Left my Kindle at home and got stuck on a boring train ride… FML
Found fabulous shoes that don’t come in my size…FML
My boyfriend dumped me and the world is ending… FML
Hard drive crashed and everything is lost… FML

Okay, that last one can be pretty traumatic so we could probably let that slide. I am fond of commenting about how people use the FML acronym just because insignificant things don’t quite go their way and I maintain its overuse is diluting the sentiment entirely. Not so long ago, a friend who was FML’ing about having a crap job but not doing much to improve his situation got my regular ‘suck it up princess’ speech about using the FML tag over such an ultimately controllable aspect of his life. And he sarcastically asked “Well, when do you get to use FML then?”

My response:
You get to say FML after 20 years of chronic back pain, 10 years of infertility… throw in a dead/dying parent of a potentially hereditary terminal illness, emotionally draining sibling marital breakdowns, four or more traumatic car accidents, prescription drug dependency (plus unwanted side effects), unavoidable and despised long term unemployment and a host of psychological bullshit, like obsessive personality traits, PTSD, adjustment disorders, a major chronic depressive disorder, suicidal ideation, social ostracism, mood and anxiety disorders and profitless ergomania.
(You know, come to think of it… I really don’t sound so good on paper!)

But you know, everyone has their own perspective of their own life and with it, their own pert opinions, no matter how misguided. So I guess people can, and will, continue to blurt FML all over the place when there’s not enough chocolate chips in their cookie, regardless about how much I rail against it.