Life Sucks

Life Sucks.

Well, at least that was the title of the play presented by the Theatre Guild of Simsbury on Monday, performed by a standout cast of local actors. The audience listened, laughed, and nodded along to the lyrical, Chekhovian woe of it all. Within the walls of Eno Hall, the absurdity of existence felt a little less lonely-proof that even in the mess of lost dreams and existential spirals, there's still connection, there's still meaning, there's still theater.

And then, because I'm a Libra who values balance, I trudged home and immediately threw myself into the premiere of The Bachelor-a different kind of existential crisis, where love is allegedly on the line but, much like life, does anyone really win? Ah, well. I'm just a girl, standing in front of a TV, asking it for a distraction from the longest January ever, wondering if all the world's a stage or just an extremely unhinged reality show.