Some days are hard.
For no reason, just they are and it is what it is and can we move on already?
I don’t need reminding of the people in the Sudan and the fact that I threw out food that expired in my fridge and I have nice warm clothes {even if they don’t fit} and I have scissors to cut my own hair {for the record, BAD IDEA} and there are people in the world with no food or warm clothes or sharp scissors.
There are people in the world with BLUNT MOTHERFUCKING SCISSORS PEOPLE?!?! How do we even let this happen?
I am well aware that someone elses child has a worse disability or mental illness or is in need of a major organ replacement.
I have the guilt of the world on my shoulders here in my nice First World watching my son make a bed out of the cardboard box that my treadmill came in so I don’t have to go outside to exercise, in our second living area wearing nothing but a too small shirt and underwear on this bisteringly cold day with our central heating cranked up.
I have cupboards overflowing with food and things and I have any number of options for dinner or I can just go fuck it all and bake a brownie or order pizza ONLINE and someone will bring it to my door in exchange for some paper.
I can go and have a shower to wash off this self loathing for feeling sad for what I don’t have when there are so many who have nothing. I can even have a bath, complete with exotic bath fizzies in the shape of macarons.
Or, I can stop beating myself up for feeling life is unfair cause I have lost so much and have too much to deal with and just wallow for a while.
Because it is OK to be selfish.
It is OK to think the world sucks.
Cause that poor T-Rex can eat what the fuck ever he wants and he was king of the world but he still can’t put on a hat.
Or outrun that meteor.
There is always going to be someone – or some dinosaur – worse off than you.
That doesn’t make today any less sucky.
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You can get bath thingies in the shape of macaroons – well I found this post very educational indeed. Take care and big hugs. You can’t make life better for everyone just try and make it better for yourself.
Moo and Ring in Ranga bought me one for my birthday from Lush.
It feels too special to use!
Give yourself a set time to wallow. I do it all the time x
Yeah, look, I’m sure their are many legless, armless, headless kids with cancer, herpes and leprosy living in third world dumps off three grains of rice a day. But unless they actualy receives something positive by me feeling guilty about being better off, then there’s kind of no point. I might as well stow my guilt and just be happy wallowing. I’m still allowed to have a sucky day, even if it sucks less than theirs. I’m just joining team suck. I’M ON THEIR SIDE! That’s the way I see it, anyway.
Yep. Bad days are bad. We are allowed to have them. Love you though you first world biatch.
Also, I cut my own hair a couple of days ago. Why didn’t you post this then?! It was a mistake :s
MPS caught me in the bathroom and practically screamed NOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Amen sister. Sometimes having a bad day isn’t a choice, it’s a situation foisted upon you by a brain that is so chemically unbalanced that I can’t even think of a good metaphor.
Onamattathingy
Yes. Exactly. All of it.
i have days like this all the time….but never once did i think of the dinosaur – i will from now on 🙂
xx
Chick, there’s a lot of this going around.
Wallow away, the world will still be here and still loving you to bits when you step out of the mud pit xxxx
I probably came back a little soon…
My daughter K has a t-shirt with two dinosaurs high-fiving each other and a T-rex looking on being sad because he can’t high five.
Where is the photo of the haircut????
Bad/sucky days are allowed, I had one last Monday.
It’s not a zero sum game. Your suckage is yours, what other people do or don’t have is irrelevant.
I hope tomorrow is a significantly less sucky day.
xox
Bad, sucky days grow in winter, the bastards are like the mould in the bathroom cabinet that suddenly leaps up and smothers the mirror when you’re not looking.
xxxx
The dinosaur cartoon is a perfect antidote for grumpiness. If it makes your day any better, I read your blog for the first time today and am already a big fan. Look forward to more, and I hope sunnier days are ahead for you.
Bad days suck arse. It is okay to feel pissed off when they do.
Exactly.
I’d say take it out on Newman, but that would make me both highly unhelpful and a hypocrite.
Do the people with blunt scissors have blogs? I’d totally read that shit.
I like dinosaurs. That is all.
“wearing nothing but a too small shirt and underwear”
So … Was that you or Boo? My mind is racing.
I love your brain. It throws up the best ideas. I laughed at the TRex & the hat. You rock.
“There is always going to be someone – or some dinosaur – worse off than you. That doesn’t make today any less sucky.”
Yep. And you’re allowed to have a bad day – and you’re allowed to express your feelings because sometimes things just suck!
You are exactly right. I hope tomorrow is better, love.
I hope you find a way to get your hat on your head soon.
x
I laugh at the t-rex hat pain.
But I don’t laugh at yours. Life sucks and it is okay to acknowledge that it does and wallow.
I hear you. I have a lot of friends far worse off than I am, they still allow me to wallow in a shitty day once in a while.
We all need it.
Mind you, the T-Rex with the hat is awesome, and I am totally going to think of that next time 😀
OMG people have blunt scissors?!… this must be fixed, I say we ship loads of pocket stones for sharpening scissors all around the world
on a serious note, yes we all have bad days even though we know there are people who are worse off somewhere in the world, we still need to deal with our bad days in our own way… and it doesn’t make it less sucky
take care pretty lady
Well I’m sending hugs… I’ve been a big pile of selfish last night and today… and I don’t even regret it. Tomorrow is going to be another story but hey… we’ll get there! Coz we is the AWESOME. 😉
xxx
Word.
xxx
Exactly.
Your life, your issues, your pain. Fuck the rest of it.
xx
Exactly this. My husband gets caught in the trap of never asking for help because there is always someone who needs it more and he should just be grateful that he’s not _____ (fill in the blank). Then I have to punch him in the face (ok not literally)(much) and make him go to the doctor because I can’t stand the talking about the problem without doing anything to fix the problem for one more second. Next time I’m just going to tell him to be thankful he can put on a hat.
I know this is a late comment but you’re right!
“there’s someone worse than you” nah no way do I subscribe to that bullshit line of thinking, because how does that fix my problems? My problems…. if they are problems in the scale of my life, then they must be pretty crappy! I would like a macaron bath thingy to admire and never use too. 😀