F...... limitations.

What happens when scripture, faith, and prayer doesn't provide comfort or solace? What then?

possible options include:
a) drink like a mofo
b) fly to another city to drink like a mofo
c) buy a disgusting amount of couture
d) get involved with an amazingly-handsome asshole

I'm so angry at my current situation that I can't even do the above 4 things properly to at least distract myself.

Recently, I have been struggling with the concept of limitations.
Why can't I become Vice-President of Marketing tomorrow?
Why can't I have better hearing?
Why aren't my knees stronger?
Why wasn't I born a sexy superhero?

F.... limitations. I'm so mad.