Pity Party Postponed
I've got to get over this goddamned feeling sorry for myself.
I was going to post "how the eff long can you go on being desperately sad before you just dry up and blow away?"
...but then I realized that the answer has got to be something along the lines of "as soon as you get off the pity pot and start to look forward to living again, dammit."
I have just been wallowing in self-pity, which is self-perpetuating. At least, until you finally get so sick of it that you can't do it any more, and either KILL yourself (not gonna happen) or pick up your head and go on.
Of course, this is all easier when the events generating the awfulness subside, as they will always eventually do. Since I'm still in the middle of crrrrap (Oliver woes, car woes, money woes), it feels kinda futile to be trying to look up with an anvil still on my head, but ya gotta try.
Things will get better. Then look out!
I was going to post "how the eff long can you go on being desperately sad before you just dry up and blow away?"
...but then I realized that the answer has got to be something along the lines of "as soon as you get off the pity pot and start to look forward to living again, dammit."
I have just been wallowing in self-pity, which is self-perpetuating. At least, until you finally get so sick of it that you can't do it any more, and either KILL yourself (not gonna happen) or pick up your head and go on.
Of course, this is all easier when the events generating the awfulness subside, as they will always eventually do. Since I'm still in the middle of crrrrap (Oliver woes, car woes, money woes), it feels kinda futile to be trying to look up with an anvil still on my head, but ya gotta try.
Things will get better. Then look out!