Every day is the worst day of Kanye West's life. He can barely believe he is forced to live each day till the end having to exist as a human. But he does it. He doesn't smile about it, or take pleasure in a single thing, or have much to say about any of it except fuck you, I'm amazing but he lives each day right till the end when he can finally close those eyes and doesn't have to listen to Kim talk about what she's going to get on her to-go salad tomorrow for lunch (lettuce).
Literally all he wants to do is "design hotels and nail it" and basically every single day he is not doing that thing. So.... he is miserable. He is taking North to ballet classes (like, where's the nanny?) and he's walking through doors with Kim (actual hell on Earth) and he's curating his Twitter account with a deranged precision. It's all awful. What's the point?!??
I feel that way sometimes. We all have Ye kind of days! Days when you honestly cannot comprehend that you somehow have to live a day doing things -- not that it is a particularly bad day or that anything has even really happened to you. The days when things happen to you are different. Those are straight bad days. Ye kind of days are way more existential in their angst. You're like, cosmically annoyed.
So, I offer this phrase up to you to take and use when you're feeling particularly put out by having to exist in the world. It makes you feel less alone in your suffering, to remember that Kanye is out there somewhere feeling like a peasant because he had to put his shoes on to walk out the door. Or that he had to walk at all. It's too much.