Poor Me
Maybe it’s the poor me syndrome, the world owes me attitude, whatever it may be, it drives me nuts.
I understand people are angry and life can be difficult, but to wear it on your sleeve all day everyday and expect the rest of the world to deal with it, I feel this is wrong.
We are not all wired to be resilient, but we certainly have enough groups and phone services to help individuals in these areas.
People need to apply self help, it’s a useful strategy. I am sitting in a class room with people from all walks of life, facing their individual struggles, or maybe not, yet as I look around at all these faces not one of them has ever complained, what a wonderful place to be.
I have friends who feel that their every move needs to be recognized and rewarded. Funny they still come and visit me.
Another comes for advice and wants to hear my opinion, yet never uses it! And, on countless occasions, blames me for his situation. He is being abused. He uses the excuse he can’t afford help, yet there are lots of free clinics in the city. He never wants to face the truth.
A couple of others feel the world owes them, what I’m not sure about, but damn it they want what is theirs. So in a nut shell, self pity destroys all around it, pick yourself up and dust yourself off and get help, it’s out there just get up and find it; are your fingers broken? I must sound like a hard ass bitch; actually I’m quite the opposite. But I can’t stand self pity.
by Linda Martin
