Mood » Miserable
Music » “Tornado” by Jónsi
Novel » Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
Last year was an emotional roller coaster for me, but never at one point did I ever think that I had it the worst. There are so many people my age who have sacrificed their future for the ones they love. Meanwhile back in my comfortable home in Orange County, I would maybe cry myself to sleep because someone hurt me emotionally. So what? There are women who get hurt physically every night. I don’t have it worse than them.
I’m not a Saint. I’m not perfect, I’m a hypocrite just like everyone else & I make mistakes. I’m not always right & I don’t know everything. What I do know however, is that there are too many of you out there who make it seem like your problems are so horrendous that it puts a victim of genocide to shame.
There are innumerable bloggers broadcasting “oh, woe is me!” posts, which I find deplorable. I am shocked at the narcissistic, self-entitled, delusional blogs people write. Your iPod broke & you think you deserve a new one, but your mom won’t get you one so she’s a witch–oh no, your life is so tough. Your ex is back in your life because you let him back in & you’re just so annoyed–yeah, I feel so sorry for you.
Why do people take no shame in badmouthing their “friends” or lashing out at their significant others, criticizing them for whatever wrong they did? Why do people even bother leaving a comment on your blog when it consists of 2 sentences about what you wrote & 2 paragraphs about their life? Have the decency & humility to keep things to yourself.
Just because you have the ability to publish your thoughts, doesn’t mean you should. You could easily say that to me too, but I’m not ashamed of any of my blogs. If what you have to say is not something you want others to read, don’t write it at all! Why even bother?!
There were so many times I sought comfort amongst my “friends”, but they ignored me completely only to talk about their own issues. I’ve always been there for them, but when I really needed them, they couldn’t even pretend to at least listen.
When you attempt to vent to someone about your frustrations only to have them interrupt you several times, give you horrible advice, criticize you, & fail to empathize with you, it’s exasperating. You feel vulnerable & alone.
So, the next time someone comes to you with their life story, just open your heart to them. All they really want is someone to listen & a shoulder to cry on. If they didn’t ask for your advice, don’t give it. Don’t judge them for you don’t know what it’s like to be in their shoes. For once, don’t make their problems about you; focus on them. Is it really too much to ask?