Misery

You know the saying, "Misery loves company?" I used to think that it meant simply that people who were miserable wanted people around them to be miserable too, and so they worked to make everyone miserable blah blah blah. Today I think I've discovered that misery often likes it's own company.

I had a really early morning, with quite a bit of stress, and I've been acting miserable all day. I'm sleep deprived, irritable, and not a whole lot of fun to be around at the moment. What have I been doing? Instead of pulling myself out of it, moving on, working to be more fun to be around, and smiling more, I've been, instead, wallowing in it. I've been a complete nerd all day, hoping for someone else to somehow magically make me feel better. I've mired myself in the muck of self-pity, and instead of bucking up and working my way out, I'm standing there with my arms up waiting for some soul to yank me out. It's like I've punched myself in the face a few times, scratched myself up, and then went and laid on the side of the road moaning hoping for some good Samaritan to come down the road and not pass on the other side.

With my attitude, I deserve to be passed by.

And so, dear friends, wherever you may be, please forgive my current mucky state. I've changed tactics, and am now pulling myself up, and working my way out of the mire. Please be patient, sympathize, empathize if you wish, but know that I'm working my way out, and feeling rather sheepish for it all.