life or something like it

it's like riding a carousel... pretty ponies, bright lights, and park benches. no sooner had you opened your eyes in the morning, do you know that it's gonna be routinely depressing... like watching reruns of a bad soap. but you watch it anyways... which is actually quite disturbing, because it raises a 2-fold argument: is it more disturbing to acknowledge the fact that it can be likened to a rerun or the fact that you just sit back and watch it anyways?