I some times wonder if we are living our lives in a space were we are longing for suffering.

I mean, think about it, in my case I thrive under pressure and so I am a master procrastinator. I set myself up for failure on the constant, most often rising to the occasion and conquering all but in the few instances where I don't I have set myself up for failure. And then what do I do? I complain to others about my failure, this creates drama not only in my life, but in the lives of others and makes our lives less boring.