So I have made a grand entry into the elite group of ‘blogs once in a while’ers. Almost feel like re-writing my ‘profile’ in something:
Living with – out a choice
Political view – opaque
Humour – Ive done better!
Drinking – need a stiff one to get over today!
smoking – arite hand me that too if it will make today better!
blogging – occasionally 🙂
Today was a bad day, one of those where all your effort leads to zilch and you feel stupid and almost…almost… decide to come away with a Masters instead of PhD (blasphemy!!). Anyhow, so just as I was thinking that I am probably the stupidest moron (if such a combination is legal!) to walk God’s green (and smart!) Earth, not to mention the harrowed halls of the LPC, RSPHYSSE(that’s an acronym for where I work!) – just as I was on the verge of wallowing in self-pity, somebody pulled me out (kicking and screaming no less!).
Self pity is a blissful state where everything is justified. So also the pre-awakening state where 10 mins more is always justified, never mind that you will get to work an hour late and have to sneak in the back door of a different department and then down in the dark corridors of the dimly lit labs and then very swiftly past the administrator to your desk, get rid of bag and coat in the blink of an eye, put bottom on chair and look around as if to say ‘What! ive been here all morning!’.
Back to self-pity, so it is a state where one can be lazy, depressed, lethargic, condescending and critical. One can eat ridiculous amounts of food for comfort, watch TV all day to feel better and do nothing if that’s what it takes. If you are a very unlucky self-pityer you will have some ‘enlightened’ soul around you who will give you the whole rigmarole about how nothing ever came off self-pitying (although Im not sure how they know that!) and one must pick oneself up and move onto greener pastures as it were. A very lucky self-pityer will have another self pityer so they can self pity together :-D!
Im a moderate self pityer, like to wallow in it for a while but then have to drag myself out of it because big things at hand. A hot cup of tea to brew and some good company to drink your sorrows away with is that not all one needs – or is it?