“Same shit, different day. You know how it is.”

No, man, I don’t know how it is. I don’t know how your shit is, but my shit is different from day-to-day. If it were the same, it would be like the 1993 Bill Murray classic, Groundhog Day. Although I guess that would be same shit, same day. You get the idea. Anyway, when I run into you randomly on the sidewalk, and ask you how it’s going, don’t tell me “same shit, different day.” First of all, I don’t really care how it’s going. I’m just being polite. Second of all, if your life is so mundane and repetitive, why don’t you just kill yourself? Telling me about it certainly isn’t solving anything.