Some days are hard. Some hard days are more than a day, sometimes they’re a week or even a month.
We’re all in the same boat – maybe at different times, but that boat has seats for all of us. For some reason though, we don’t want to impose our momentary weakness on anyone else. We hold that shit on the inside while pretending we are fabulous on the outside.
The reason I’m bringing this up is that I’ve seen different friends struggling at different times in the past few months. They’re sad or overwhelmed or afraid but determined to vent just a little bit and then they’ll be fine. No Pity Party necessary. I feel for them because I’ve been there, but what the hell are they talking about?!
What’s wrong with a Pity Party? They are AWESOME! And it’s not healthy to keep all that crap bottled up, sticking it in a box in the back of your mind where it gives you nightmares and starts to eat away at other brain things.
Have a damned Pity Party already!
Build a blanket fort. Seriously. And fill it with pillows, booze, junk food, headphones, Kleenex, music and your own sorry behind. Make a cheezy sign with crayons and pin it to the blanket with a safety pin: “I’m unavailable to take any calls at the moment. Please leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I’m done with my Pity Party.”
Go ahead……bawl like a child until you’re drowning in snot.
Shout at the heavens and curse the Gawds.
Blame all your problems on that ex-friend who screwed you over.
Eat chocolate until your face is smeared and your eyes turn brown.
Be a flamboyant Drama Queen/King.
Throw chip bags and chocolate bar wrappers and snotty Kleenex out every opening in the blanket fort until the perimeter is heaped high with it all.
Kick your feet and pound your fists.
Swear with abandon.
Listen to trash metal with your headphones on and sing at the top of your lungs.
Own the hell out of your Pity Party because you deserve it!
Tomorrow, crawl out of your tent, have a shower and return to adulting without any explanation.
Because what happens in the Blanket Fort, stays in the Blanket Fort.
Don’t tempt me, Lady! 😉 You know I love to throw “Wine & Whine” parties LOL
Haha! You throw the BEST parties! 😘
🙂 Thanks 🙂 I must admit the last one was pretty cool! I might send an invitation out, next weekend, I am off, and it’s been a while since the last Meet & Greet in the Cove 😛
By the way, I just wanted to ask a little favor… I recently recorded a little something. I was wondering if you could ask the Viking to listen to it, and let me know if he understands me at all? That’d be really sweet of you. He can swear, I am thick skinned 😛
https://cyranny.com/2019/07/06/dont-listen-to-this/
No need for thick skin – The Viking was singing along. He said you were easy to understand. 😘
I hope I have time to participate in your next Meet & Greet. Things are a little crazy lately. XOXO
I wish a Blanket Fort could fix what I’m dealing with, but I don’t think so. Still, it would be a nice, quiet place just sit.
Admittedly, the Blanket Fort does have some limitations. It functions best as a temporary cave where one can hide from the world while behaving like an adolescent child. It’s fantastically liberating.
I’m sorry to hear that you’re having difficulties that a Blanket Fort can’t cure. Have you tried spilling milk, crying about it, and then not cleaning it up? Of course, that method has it’s own limitations of intense smelliness if no one (someone other than yourself) cleans it up quickly. And that heat wave you have going on there doesn’t help matters.
Those are my go-to methods of dealing with disappointment. I’m sure there are others but it’s Sunday morning and my brain hasn’t had a whole cup of coffee yet.
I hope things improve for you soon. If you need to vent, you know where to find me. 😘
How the hell did I miss this one?
You know I don’t do the pity party. Except when I do the pity party all by myself and none are the wiser….
That’s the only time to do Pity Parties. When you are alone so no one sees you ugly-cry and your horrible hair and the smeared chocolate on your face because you fell asleep on your the candy bar. 😘