See, because I’m feeling pretty sorry for myself right now. Why is not important, I just am and frankly, I’m sick of it. Sheeesh, but I’ve got some boring problems.
Anyhoo, I thought it might be a fun change of pace to feel sorry for somebody else. They, in turn, can take a break from their own problems and feel lousy about someone else’s crap. Other people’s crap is always so much more interesting, and easier to deal with.
So, who wants me to feel sorry for them? And most importantly, who wants to feel sorry for me?
Good Lord, Coldy, I’m just looking to feel sorry for somebody, not get mired in a bog of depression so deep and wide that I might never crawl out. I mean the mod problems, I could deal with, but everything else…frankly, I’m not woman to take on your problems.
Ahem, I propose we dismiss Coldy’s problems as being all in his head…we’ll talk next month, by then he should have real problems.
Now what about meeeeeeee…jeez, I already said I feel sorry for myself! Where’s my sympathy!!! Where is the generous soul willing to take on my sorry making duties? Where is the soul for me to pity?
Dammit, either somebody steps foreward, or I’ll…or I’ll…or I’ll bring out the cathetar story. Yeah, you heard me, the cathetar story.
You have my sympathy tater. I’ll feel sorry for you if you feel sorry for me. I have a cold and my head feels like it’s going to pop. My nose is stuffy and runny at the same time… how the hell is that possible. And my throat hurts so bad I don’t even want to smoke and when I do smoke my menthol cigarettes don’t even taste like menthols. Now that’s sad. (Yes I fell off the wagon and started smoking again after 3 weeks of quitting. I’m pathetic. Pity me.)
OK tater, I was gonna start my own thread about this, but here’s something for you.
Christmas shopping season is upon us. Amongst my friends it is a tradition to draw names from a hat and buy this person a gift. Sort of a Secret Santa without any Secret.
We drew names this weekend. Lucky me, I got my friend’s new girlfriend whom I have met twice. What the hell am I supposed to buy her?? I know, you’re thinking “If there’s no secret to this thing, why not just ask her what she wants?” I did that. She said “I don’t know”. Big help.
Rachelle: Hmmmm, that is pretty sucky. And I know what you mean about the smoking…I quit for months at a time, then have a big weekend of smoking, and then go through withdrawal again. Heh, lately I’ve been having a big smoking weekend every weekend. I bad.
Trion: Sorry, but you call that a freaking problem?!? Just get her that thing that I sent you a picture of, that’ll learn her not to know what she wants. See, problem solved, important life lesson learned.
OK…I feel sorry for you tater, and this is why someone should feel sorry for me: I have to work on Thanksgiving, from 6PM to midnight. I have to work on Christmas, 6PM to midnight. I have to work on New Year’s Eve from 6PM to 8AM. For the gazillionth year in a row, I will have no one special to kiss that night. Plus, I’m still watching what I eat (I’m 3-4 pounds away from my goal of 118, then gonna work on 112). So, no stuffing myself silly on all the yummies that we are going to get at the hospital. I’m poor beyond belief and can’t afford to buy anyone presents.
OK, here’s why you should feel sorry for me: A few days ago, I posted this thread about my travails with my crazy friends and NOT ONE PERSON replied, not even to give me a pat on the head. Sniff. I actually was feeling pretty bummed out about it for a while.
First of all, hugs to tatertot, Rachelle, Trion, Cyndar, and Geobabe for all of their displeasing things.
Second, here’s why I should be pitied. I’m completely smitten with this guy who, of course, has a girlfriend. Last night, I was talking to my friend Tom, who I fully expected to commisserate with me, seeing as I had been helping him through the break-up with his girlfriend a few months back. So, I tell Tom my sob story, about how wonderful the aforementioned crush is, how I am envious of this girl I don’t even know, blah blah blah. Tom’s response? “Someday your prince will come.” He actually said this! Nevermind that’s not true – I just can’t get over the fact that he tried to placate me with a cliche – and a Disney one at that! Stupid, stupid boys…
Oh, plus, they’re doing construction on my dorm and the one next door… which means there’s scaffolding and whatnot in front of my second-story window… and every so often a construction worker walks by… Not only is it disconcerting to see a man strolling by however-many-odd feet above the ground, but it sort of dimishes my already small amount of privacy.
Let me just say in advance that I’ll only be able to feel sorry for everyone who posts before 6PM on Friday. I have to work that night too. And saturday night. And Sunday night. Damn, another reason to feel sorry for me!
See, problem solved, important life lesson learned.