Wallow, wallow, fucking wallow

Okay, so I do tend to wallow a hell of a lot when I’ve got nothing else to occupy my mind. These past few months have been very undirected and not entirely full of activity, has lacked a dedicated love interest and continuous work, with me rather unfocused with a lot of time to think. And when I get to thinking, I start focusing on all the things that are not in my life, and get sad and depressed and have a grand ol’ pity party.

Look, we all have our periods of downtime when sadness takes us for a spin. For me, it’s my default state. You’d be able to tell simply from reading my recent posts how much I wallow in self-pity even tho I theoretically know better. It’s nice to have a pick me up during these periods. My good friend, Veronique, let me wallow with her today which was nice. We didn’t indulge, we supported each other with encouraging dialogue and chicken broth. If I’d been on my own, I would have definitely indulged.

Then there are awesome people like Shane Koyczan who publish things like this: