A stewing pot of overweening self pity -- ENJOY! (may silliness ensue)

[Guest]

Ever have those moments when, for nothing approaching an honest, logical reason, you just feel downright sorry for yourself? And in your head you hear that little song...

Nobody loves me
Everybody hates me
Might as well go eat WOOORRRRRRMMMMMSSSS...

Which is a very low sort of thing to do, despite some cultures thinking worms are ok on a dinner plate. Nevertheless.

No words of comfort, no little nice gestures, none of that. This thread is for wallowing in your personal misery long enough to get tired of it. After sufficient wallowing, you can return to the world of rational people, remembering it ain't all that bad really and maybe you are over reacting ever so slightly and possibly indulging in some drama for the gory glory of the drama...and perhaps fishing for sympathy.

Hey, it works for me. I can only feel sorry for myself just so long before I notice how silly I sound, and then I start laughing. Sort of like catching sight of yourself with a lampshade on your head. You straighten up and take it off and pretend that wasn't you, really.

Anyway, the mud pit is open, the worms are on the table, and the extra sack cloth and ashes are in the closet.

 

[English Lady]

No words of comfort, no little nice gestures, none of that.

*EL backs quietly out of the thread*

 

[carsonshepherd]

most days I'm quite certain most people don't like me... then I remember I don't like them either.

 

[impressive]

But ... but ... but ... what about meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?

 

[MagicaPractica]

*chuckle* I'll remember this thread for a day when I really need a free pass to a pity party. I've never heard the worms song. What I have heard is "Let's have a pity party, 1, 2, 3.... aaaaaawwwwww."

 

[NoJo]

This thread is much cheaper than a ten-pack of Snickers and a bottle of Absinthe

 

[Selena_Kitt]

This thread is much cheaper than a ten-pack of Snickers and a bottle of Absinthe

damn, who do you get your Internet access from?

 

[NoJo]

damn, who do you get your Internet access from?

Well, I like to call it "Absinthe". It's made from potato peelings.

 

[carsonshepherd]

But ... but ... but ... what about meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?

Well, I do like you *grudgingly*

 

[impressive]

Well, I do like you *grudgingly*

 

[carsonshepherd]

Was I born a dork, or did I pick it up somewhere like a virus?
I'm doomed.

 

[kendo1]

Was I born a dork, or did I pick it up somewhere like a virus?
I'm doomed.

It comes naturally.

It's not contagious.

ken in woad

 

[TheeGoatPig]

Ever have those moments when, for nothing approaching an honest, logical reason, you just feel downright sorry for yourself? And in your head you hear that little song...

Nobody loves me
Everybody hates me
Might as well go eat WOOORRRRRRMMMMMSSSS...

Which is a very low sort of thing to do, despite some cultures thinking worms are ok on a dinner plate. Nevertheless.

No words of comfort, no little nice gestures, none of that. This thread is for wallowing in your personal misery long enough to get tired of it. After sufficient wallowing, you can return to the world of rational people, remembering it ain't all that bad really and maybe you are over reacting ever so slightly and possibly indulging in some drama for the gory glory of the drama...and perhaps fishing for sympathy.

Hey, it works for me. I can only feel sorry for myself just so long before I notice how silly I sound, and then I start laughing. Sort of like catching sight of yourself with a lampshade on your head. You straighten up and take it off and pretend that wasn't you, really.

Anyway, the mud pit is open, the worms are on the table, and the extra sack cloth and ashes are in the closet.

It's like you looked into my everyday life and stole my thoughts from my mind

 

[carsonshepherd]

It comes naturally.

It's not contagious.

ken in woad

That's a relief... sort of... I guess my only hope is to hang out with other dorks?

 

[Guest]

 

[OhMissScarlett]

Was I born a dork, or did I pick it up somewhere like a virus?
I'm doomed.

If it's a virus, I'm sure you got it from me.

*is a complete dork*

 

[impressive]

<---------- phone dork

 

[OhMissScarlett]

<---------- phone dork

Haha. Was that you on my voice mail?

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

Wallowing in self-pity? Could be fun. Think I'll try it. Gotta be something that I'm sad about. Oh, yes, I was kind of down yesterday, so I can pity myself for that. Yes, indeed. And I was sick today.

Now, time to sing...

"Gloom, despair, and agony on me, deep, dark depression, excessive misery. If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all. Gloom, despair, and agony on me!"

Okay, so I've seen too much Hee-Haw in my lifetime. Happens to a hillbilly sometimes.

 

[impressive]

Haha. Was that you on my voice mail?

No. I never call anyone. I'm too dorky. I let people call me ... and I'm still a phone dork (with, maybe, the exception of an occasional orgasm).

 

[carsonshepherd]

No. I never call anyone. I'm too dorky. I let people call me ... and I'm still a phone dork (with, maybe, the exception of an occasional orgasm).

Oh my God. That is what precipitated this whole self-pity attack - an incident of phone-dorkiness. I finally called this guy and he didn't seem very happy to hear from me... he seemed sort of... resigned? So I had to drink a bunch of beer and get all angsty about it, but the fact of the matter is, that's just me and if he can't deal with it then he doesn't deserve my devotion right?

 

[carsonshepherd]

If it's a virus, I'm sure you got it from me.

*is a complete dork*

You are not.

 

[Guest]

 

[OhMissScarlett]

Oh my God. That is what precipitated this whole self-pity attack - an incident of phone-dorkiness. I finally called this guy and he didn't seem very happy to hear from me... he seemed sort of... resigned? So I had to drink a bunch of beer and get all angsty about it, but the fact of the matter is, that's just me and if he can't deal with it then he doesn't deserve my devotion right?

If it's the guy I'm thinking of, he's weird anyway.

 

[OhMissScarlett]

No. I never call anyone. I'm too dorky. I let people call me ... and I'm still a phone dork (with, maybe, the exception of an occasional orgasm).

*puts you on speed-dial*