As with everything, I guess it depends. Personally, I’ve always tended to wallow in my own misery, and seek out people who will get in the tub of sadness with me. However, that is clearly not always the best strategy.
The topic immediately made me think of a particular incident from many years back. When I was younger, I had two best friends. One was a girl, one was a guy, which may or may not be relevant. When I was feeling down, I would always seek out the company of the girl-friend. She was the empathy-type, who would hug me and “feel my pain”. My guy-friend was of the no-nonsense macho type and not into displays of emotion, so I would tend to avoid him for the touchy-feely talks. He was more the kind of guy who would help you move. (Yes, BTW, I do structure my friendships along the lines of a surrogate mother-father-child model. But that’s a therapy session for another day. Anyway…)
There was this one time when I was on holiday in a far-off country with the guy-friend, and an ex-girlfriend of mine was sending me text messages about how she had recently hooked up with a new guy (hey, I was young, this counted as a problem). I still had a thing for her, and I was feeling heartbroken and miserable. So, my normal approach would have been to seek out the girl-friend (not the girlfriend, the girl-friend… oh, you’re following me, I guess) to cry on her shoulder. Only I couldn’t. I only had my guy-friend available, since we were traveling together.
So, I tentatively tried to explain my misery to him. His reaction was, predictably, a flummoxed and bothered “Um… okey-dokey. How about we don’t talk about this, pretend you never brought it up, and go do something awesome in this fun and exotic location we’re in instead?”
Which was exactly what I needed. I basically shrugged and thought to myself: “Screw it, this isn’t going to work at all. I’ll be sad when I get home, and spend this week having fun first.” It was the best week ever, and I don’t think I gave that particular ex-girlfriend a thought for the rest of the trip. And not that much of a thought after I got home, either.
It’s a minor and not very significant episode, but it was something of an epiphany to me, and changed how I approach these things. Hey, maybe I don’t have to feel bad about all kinds of nonsense. And maybe I shouldn’t try to feel other people’s pain when they come crying to me. Maybe I should channel my guy-friend rather than my girl-friend in those situations, and just take them out for ice cream.
Don’t get me wrong: If there’s a real problem on hand to be solved, for the love of God, solve the problem. But if there isn’t, really, and you’re just feeling sad: Yeah, ice cream.