A pity party’s nothing without company, I will admit to that. But, there is a line to cross, and I think it’s time that more people start drawing it…

A pity party’s nothing without company, I will admit to that. But, there is a line to cross, and I think it’s time that more people start drawing it more often. Lately, I’ve found that my friends, whether it’s over a bad grade or two, dissatisfaction with their appearance, a relationship gone awry, or something else just as human, just won’t sort out their issues. Sure, in those cases I too would love to have a pity party for myself, and I often do. Though the difference between a pity party and a weeklong bash of self-loathing is a bigger gap than even a pint of ice cream can fill, and why anyone would go for the latter, willingly, I can’t figure out why. I’ve seen people have enough pick me ups thrown at them that they should be floating on cloud nine for all the attention they’ve received, and still, only a bad mood blossoms. What do you get from clinging to a bad mood? I know something that you won’t get for broadcasting it to the world, and that’s respect.
– Eric

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