Little Frustrations

It's the little frustrations that make up each day, that make each one harder and harder to take, as the silliness mounts, and I'm left wondering why, someone would go to such trouble, to what, see tears in my eye? What's the point, what's the purpose, is it all some master plan? Will I laugh, or never know, what happened yesterday? My best guesses all seem like paranoid fantasies. It's just a door-mat, how much could it mean?