I thought we all agreed that 2018 wasn't going to be a shit show.

Here we are, almost three months into 2018 and yet, it doesn't feel like the shit show that was 2017 ended?

I've mentioned multiple times that people won't quit doing ridiculous internet challenges (ranging from eating laundry detergent to sticking their arms on hot stoves ON PURPOSE) and that isn't even the worst of it (even though, that's ridiculous enough).

Don't even get me started on the fact that I lost even more faith in humanity (something I didn't think was possible after 2017) and we're just going to ignore the fact that shit keeps escalating far beyond what it should.

It's at a point that it feels like we're going through a giant shit show breakup without actually doing it. And I can't be the only one thinking this.

If you're anything like me, you try to escape the harsh reality that is our present day by escaping into television (or a good book). It seems like no matter what's going on around us, we can always "escape" even if it is for just a couple of minutes.... right?!!?!

And then, 2018 had the AUDACITY to hurt Kevin Smith.

Like, haven't we all been through enough without something trying to take away Silent Bob?! What in the actual fresh hell is that bullshit?!!?!

Sunday night (2/25/18) as he was performing a stand up comedy show in California, Smith suffered a heart attack caused by a total blockage of the left anterior descending artery (aka, the "Widow-Maker"). He was rushed by ambulance to the nearby Glendale Memorial Hospital for emergency surgery and thankfully recovered.

He released the following statement (along with the picture that I have accompanying this post) on his social media platforms to announce his health scare:

"I was trying to do a killer stand-up special this evening, but I might've gone too far. After the first show, I felt kinda nauseous. I threw up a little but it didn't seem to help. Then I started sweating buckets and my chest felt heavy. Turns out I had a massive heart attack. The Doctor who saved my life at the Glendale Hospital told me I had 100% blockage of my LAD artery (also known as "the Widow-Maker" because when it goes, you're a goner). If I hadn't canceled the second show to go to the hospital, the Doc said I would've died tonight For now, I'm still above ground! But this is what I learned about myself during this crisis: death was always the thing I was most terrified of in life. When the time came, I never imagined I'd ever be able to die with dignity- I assumed I'd die screaming, like my Dad (who lost his life to a massive heart attack). But even as they cut into my groin to slip a stent into the lethal Widow-Maker, I was filled with a sense of calm. I've had a great life: loved by parents who raised me to become the individual I am. I've had a weird, wonderful career in all sorts of media, amazing friends, the best wife in the world and an incredible daughter who made me a Dad. But as I stared into the infinite, I realized I was relatively content. Yes, I'd miss life as it moved on without me- and I was bummed we weren't gonna get to make #jayandsilentbobreboot before I shuffled loose the mortal coil. But generally speaking, I was ok with the end, if this was gonna be it. I've gotten to do so many cool things and I've had so many adventures- how could I be shitty about finally paying the tab. But the good folks at the Glendale hospital had other plans and the expertise to mend me. Total strangers saved my life tonight (as well as my friends @jordanmonsanto & @iamemilydawn, who called the ambulance). This is all part of my mythology now and I'm sure I'll be facing some lifestyle changes (maybe it's time to go Vegan). But the point of this post is to tell you that I faced my greatest fear tonight.... and it wasn't as bad as I've always imagined it'd be. I don't want my life to end, but if it ends, I can't complain. It was such a gift. #KevinSmith"

Can we all just agree that Kevin Smith being ok is the only great thing this side of 2018 thus far?!