Okay. That's in option. Dance in the rain. In the cold, cold rain. I suggest that lying in bed scoffing chucklit, while reading a book and waiting for the storm to pass is a far more practical plan. Less chance of getting ill. And looking like a deranged fool. Perhaps an involvement of some kind of chocolate friendly wine would not be a bad idea either...
I get annoyed with how guilty one feels when all you want to do is feel sorry for yourself! YES! I get it, there are people in the world with far greater problems than my own, and that I should be grateful blah blah... I think this type of advice is dismissive and patronising. Everyone's problem is THEIR greatest problem, and one should rather spend the time getting over whatever seems to be troubling you than comparing it to the suffering of others and realising that one even comes short in THAT arena!
"So, what motivates you then to pull yourself out of a self indulgent funk?" I hear one ask (no, I don't actually hear this, I just pretend to for the sake of this post's progression to the point!)....
Well! Today, it's this:
At least I am not part of a Human Centipad as seen on South Park episode 1 of season 15. If that isn't a great motivator not to hate my life, I don't know what is...
P.S. I am not going to explain the above image. Get the episode. Watch it. Regret it. Try to forget it.
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