That's right...I am throwing a pity party and only a selected few have been invited-me, myself, and I. Now, I know what you're thinking..."what could she be feeling pitiful about?" Well, it's more about the feeling and not about the cause(s). I know I really don't have anything to complain about in my life and looking at the whole picture, I can't complain at all. I have people that love me. I have my health, if you don't count all my self induced bruises, sprains, breaks, and other accidents. I have a job. I have pretty comfortable living conditions. I am going to school. Yada, yada, yada.
I guess I have been doing too much sober reflection the past 2 weeks. I am not too sure if it's the "sober" part or the "reflecting" part that is the problem. Maybe putting the both together is not the best combination for me. Hmmm...I think I need to stop doing one of them so I can get out of this pity party of mine.
I know I am being a little hard on myself for feeling bad about the way I have been feeling lately but I am my own worst critic. Supposedly, it's okay to feel down and out every once in awhile. At least, that's what I hear.
The great thing about having your own blog is that you can ramble on and on about anything or nothing at all. For example, this post is mainly diarrhea of the brain put into words that I could care less if anyone understood it or not.
Pity Party of One is now leaving the building ; - )
Mahalo!!
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