Why is life so hard?

Today as I had nothing better to do than waste some time, I sat down comfortably on my couch, fired up my laptop and sweet jesus was I surprised when I realised my battery was running low. The charger, my only salvation was miles away from my mortal grasp!(2 feet) What could I do in order to get it without leaving the comfort of my couch? I tried grabbing it with my hands with my feet, with a nearby broom. I tried everything. I even had this brilliant idea of throwing my tv remote at the charger. I don't know why I did that, I must've thought the charger would come to its senses and plug itself in my now long dead laptop. "Well then, no internet today", I said, "better watch some tv.Suuuuuuuure. Where was the remote again? Oh right, I threw it next to the charger." I'm sometimes so proud of my vast intellect.

As I was sitting there, something on the wall caught my attention, something small and black and hideous. It was a fly and it was looking straight at me as if it was laughing at my suffering. Then, out of the blue, like it was sent by satan himself to torture me, the evil fly flew straight at me. It was only one fly, but oh boy did it have skill. It flew in from every possible direction, executing evasive maneuvers as if it was a world war two veteran. It finally landed on the screen of my laptop, tired and almost defeated. I closed the lid and heard a squish as my mighty laptop crushed its tiny body. I opened it back up and realised how dumb I was. I now had to clean off its remains from my improvised fly-killer. I didn't realise, but the fly had accomplished its mission: it gave me another reason to get up and leave my comfort behind.

Staring at that once brave fly, now stretched across the screen, I asked myself:" Why is life so goddamn hard?". Seriously. Did something similar happen to you? If yes, leave a comment below.