Hates hates hates!

I'm going to write another post that features how irrationally irritated I get when I read ambigious, emo Facebook status messages. It might be silly, but it's one of my pointless pet peeves and I hates it.

Now, there are a few people that can totally get away with one every once in awhile. In fact, it only adds to their appeal. But when a privileged young whippersnapper continuously and publicly announces how pitiable he/she is, how unfortunate, how sick and stressed and downtrodden and selfless and misunderstood... The list goes on and on. I want these people to crawl into a cave (maybe all into the same cave, I'm generous and will allow the miserable their company) and shut the hell up for 24 hours. Is it so much to ask? Studies have shown that if you tell yourself something good about yourself, just saying and processing the words (even if you doubt them) may help you believe what you say. Repeat after me: It's not really that bad. I can be happy!

Sure, I may get caught up in my own silly drama at times, but a part of me is always more or less capable of stepping back and assessing the true measure its serious-osity, in the Scheme of Things.

S is heartily amused that I am so provoked when it comes to this one little thing. I think it has something to do with the fact that there is enough genuine, bona fide suffering in the world. I have met humans who have endured unspeakable pain, yet remain positive and loving and capable of joy. Pummeling your "friends" with your selfish agony to garner sympathy is pathetic. People should be more courteous. Hmpf!

Orrrr... I could get off Facebook.

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