Nowadays, I can’t stand people who wallow in self-pity. People who can’t be happy for themselves, eventhough they’ve achieved something. It makes me sick. Yes, I used to be one of those people, but I have realised that at the end of the day, you either choose to be happy or not. The world isn’t against us. It’s really about perspective. And it doesn’t take much to know which is the best.
The thing that bugs me the most is these people are actually pretty fortunate; they have the career going for them, loving family, caring friends and so on. But why on earth are they so depressed? It just screams ‘dramaqueen’ to me. I’ve been trying to avoid toxic people like that. Friends who whine incessantly everytime he or she sees you. Occasional self-deprecation is one thing, but talking about how depressed you are because your “unconditional love” is unrequited/betrayed by some low-life, every freaking minute? That’s a whole other ballgame. Then again, misery does love company, doesn’t it?
How could anyone withstand such negative vibe? It’s a mystery to me, for I can’t.
++ Edit ++
I do not prejudice against people who are in depression. Depression is not mere sadness per se, it’s a disease. Depressed people tend to shut themselves out from the world, as I personally understand. In this case, my heart is with them who are clinically depressed as they are in such severe condition that it affects their lifestyle, appetite, habits, relationships and etc. However, my patience runs short with those who have relatively fabulous life (and usually they know it) but choose to whine and toxify everyone around them. In other words, they literally hunt for people to puke over. I hardly pity these people for they desire none other than attention. Perhaps, being ‘depressed’ makes them somewhat…I dunno.
