Mom switched the drawer containing all of the forks and knives and spoons to the other side of the kitchen. As this change is recent, I can't seem to adapt. I subconciously know that when I open up the old drawer, there will be no forks or knives or spoons; however, I continue to open that drawer, full of false hope. But what's even worse is that eventually, I'll get familiar with this change; I won't even remember the way it used to be. It'll be out of habit. And maybe this is a good thing...I mean as humans, we are forced to adapt to changes, whether they are benefits or inconveniences. Every bad or lame change that happens...we make no effort to turn it around, we just get used to it. It is very depressing, that we literally mold our lives around these changes. They control us. It's sad to know that such a smart population deals with tragedies left and right, and just simply "deals with it". Maybe I don't want to deal with it. I think that we are happy 10% of the time, and dismal the other 90%. A lot of people may argue that this 10% is deffinetly worth the suffering, but sometimes I wonder...is it really?