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October 25, 2005

Self-Pity: My Favorite Sport

For five days now I've been meaning to write a hilarious post about Friday's riotously funny escapade in which I brought about the destruction of ex-boyfriend's kitchen door.

Told with the characteristic wry humor for which I am famed, it would be a winning tale indeed-- just one of the zany mishaps of our endearingly neurotic neurotic encounters on her sometimes rocky, but always hilarious journey through life and love in the big city! I want to spin the story thusly so that it will blink back at me as it reflects off its readers' glossy eyes and I come to believe it that way: a charming story about a quirky, single girl, and not a horror story about a deranged ex-girlfriend, or, worse, a sad story about a deranged girl.

I have trouble mustering up the whatever it is I need to spin the story I envision. I sit down to write and at once find my intentions smothered by the thick dumbness and pathetic obviousness of the elements.

The primitive protection of the emotional endorphins buoyed me through last week with unrealisticly good cheer has worn off. Nearly two weeks have passed since the stunning calamity of getting kicked to the curb by boyfriend and by boss in the space of two days. The acute slap of unrequested freedom, so refreshing at first, is replaced by the persistent throb of lonesomeness, the dull ache of aimlessness, and a sickly dread of the grinding progress of untended days.

"There are people who are just depressed in ways that have nothing to do with their situation and there are people whose lives are genuinely depressing," Alex, in the car with me after helping clear out my office, said. "And then there are people like you who are both."

Posted by hissycat at October 25, 2005 10:19 AM

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dang!
that's almost as ripe as "What's the point of living if you're fat?" or "What's the point of living if you don't look cool?" by babyA.

if i was on the correct coast, i would be offering my chocolate syrup/egging services.

come home, j.

Posted by: cheryl at October 25, 2005 09:39 PM

Well, I hope you feel better soon.

Posted by: mlle M at October 25, 2005 10:03 PM

What is done by night appears by day. Botolph.

Posted by: Botolph at October 27, 2006 02:08 PM

A stitch in time saves nine... Matthew

Posted by: Matthew at November 22, 2006 02:19 AM

To lay by for a rainy day... Jasper

Posted by: Jasper at November 24, 2006 02:54 PM

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