Paint it black
Self pity in the world of make believe (or TV to you and me) is such an awesome tool for one to attain one's goals. There is always a character who is in the depths of despair and yet one simple act (usually by the antagonist in most cases) turns out to be the pivotal point where said character shrugs off the shackles of the self imposed desolation to go on and achieve the impossible (in the case of Indian movies, often defying the laws of physics on the way to overcoming said impossibility). Side note, I am only saying that based on the stereotypical views I have of Indian movies.
In the real world however, self imposed despondency is much tougher to shake off. And in the case of an evergreen pessimist such as yours truly, it really does become a struggle (I just realised I started the last sentence with an And... tsk tsk... the shame!). There really is no simple solution, compounded more so by a feeling of loneliness that arises when one's immediate family is in a completely different time-zone. Which makes said person realise how he has (a) started using the an S instead of a Z when spelling realise (b) cut ties to most of the people who before the emergence of the familia were the support group so to speak.
Now in the back of my mind I have always known (again the pessimist comes out for a breath of fresh air) that friendships dont last forever but how things have gone so out of kilter that literally years have passed and there is no contact from some does give rise to the blues. I suppose its always easy to look to others when most of the blame rests on one's own shoulders.
On that epiphinical (yeah it just sounds right) note, if given the chance to still be in this existence tomorrow, its always worthwhile trying to change the shortcomings one identifies (and hopefully stop being so uptight and boring on this blog)... Peace and salan grease.
Self pity in the world of make believe (or TV to you and me) is such an awesome tool for one to attain one's goals. There is always a character who is in the depths of despair and yet one simple act (usually by the antagonist in most cases) turns out to be the pivotal point where said character shrugs off the shackles of the self imposed desolation to go on and achieve the impossible (in the case of Indian movies, often defying the laws of physics on the way to overcoming said impossibility). Side note, I am only saying that based on the stereotypical views I have of Indian movies.
In the real world however, self imposed despondency is much tougher to shake off. And in the case of an evergreen pessimist such as yours truly, it really does become a struggle (I just realised I started the last sentence with an And... tsk tsk... the shame!). There really is no simple solution, compounded more so by a feeling of loneliness that arises when one's immediate family is in a completely different time-zone. Which makes said person realise how he has (a) started using the an S instead of a Z when spelling realise (b) cut ties to most of the people who before the emergence of the familia were the support group so to speak.
Now in the back of my mind I have always known (again the pessimist comes out for a breath of fresh air) that friendships dont last forever but how things have gone so out of kilter that literally years have passed and there is no contact from some does give rise to the blues. I suppose its always easy to look to others when most of the blame rests on one's own shoulders.
On that epiphinical (yeah it just sounds right) note, if given the chance to still be in this existence tomorrow, its always worthwhile trying to change the shortcomings one identifies (and hopefully stop being so uptight and boring on this blog)... Peace and salan grease.
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