I love pity parties.  (Ok, “love” is a strong word.)

Whoa is me-I have all these problems and I say, to quote Nacho Libre, “Sucks to be me right now!”

Pity Parties.  What does that mean?

Urban Dictionary Definition:A way of experiencing grief, in which you spend your time feeling sorry for yourself and whining endlessly about how crappy your life is. Pity parties can be just for one or for many people, such as maybe your friends and close people, who will try to comfort you or just be there for you while you keep asking yourself what did you do to deserve whatever it is that made you so sad in the first place. Pity Parties require the proper outfit, which is usually pajamas cause you don’t get all dressed up during those feeling-sorry-for-myself moments. Also you should have no make up on or just the one from the night before; hair undone as well. It also involves tissues, comfort food such as ice cream; chocolate; potato chips; cookies; cake; and candy. Low fat food is banned. Alcohol might or might not be allowed (if alcohol makes you go wild, no alcohol should be brought to the pity party in that case since the point is not exactly to have fun). The purpose of a Pity Party is to dump the pity. Music is also very important at pity parties, including songs like “One is the Loneliest Number”, “All by Myself” and any other song that makes you feel like throwing yourself from the nearest cliff. Pity parties usually end after you are done whining or if someone breaks it up. This will usually be a cynical loved one who will not let you drown in self pity and will take you either to have the best time ever, drinking and partying or will just make you crawl out of bed by making you se…

The Pity Parties I allow myself—last no more than 15 seconds (usually).  Fifteen seconds of “Gosh, this really isn’t fun” and then it’s over.  Tear down the decorations, finish off the proverbial cake aaaannnnnd DONE.  The DJ goes home, the band stops playing, the dishes get washed, I change my outfit and wash my hair.  Party is over. Pay the caterer. Sweep the floor. Clean up the pinata scraps and candy. Turn out the lights. MOVE ON.  Don’t beat a dead horse.  And the Pity Party horse is dead after 30 seconds.  (I don’t really know what those last 2 sentences really mean but they sound good-ok, they sounded better in my head).

Oh, you can have a longer party. Go ahead.  But not me.  I want to keep the friends I got.  I want to move forward.  Negative people are a pain in the proverbial butt of life and everyone runs from them.  Don’t be the person that everyone is running from.  Be the person who everyone is running to.  You’ve got problems?  Hey! Great! Me too!  We are both human! Hooray!

If you have a problem, find help!  If you have questions, ask!  If you are lonely, say so!  If you need a friend, call someone!  You can sit around, complaining or you can decide to be the answer to someone else’s call for help.  Get outside your own mind, your own life and love on someone who needs some loving.

Life is bigger than your pity party.  I love pity parties but they should never last more than 30 seconds.  🙂

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