Sucktion
I celebrate irony with redundancy. This is why I use suction cups to hang on my wall of misery all of the things that sucked for me. That letter of rejection from Harvard hangs right next to my acceptance into Social Promotion Academy.
Get it? All the things I seek--and the bar is high, I assure you--are stuck on the wall next to the things I actually attained...or settled for. The gaps between them are what define me.
For example, I have a love interest gap; I have a dream job gap; I have a huge salary gap. I even have a smoking gap. I have a pitiful wardrobe gap and an embarrassing automobile gap.
We are all defined by our gaps--[the things we aspire to] minus [the things we actually end up with].
Thus, suction cup hooks do work, and they suck relative to one's self.