Why must you hate everything about your life!?
I mean, it’s not ALL bad. Really. I promise there are good things in your life. I mean, I SEE THEM…why can’t you?
You continue to gripe and moan about things that bother you, things that make you uneasy, uncomfortable or just annoy you a little. You constantly look at situations and find the worst part of it even though it is as minute as a flea. (those really are small little insects) You don’t ever see a silver lining. You can’t be happy with the sunshine. If a chef were to cook you the best meal in the world which you had professed to be your favorite dish, you would still find it too salty or maybe not salty enough. You have aches, you have pains, you have crisis and woe.
I seriously do feel for you. Not in the way where I can sympathize or “feel your pain,” but in the way that I feel bad and almost embarrassed for you. Others ALL AROUND YOU (not just me) see your insane need to downplay the wonderful accomplishments of others and even yourself. They see your incessant need for drama. They recognize your want for power over situations. It’s an unspoken. We don’t confront you. We know it won’t help. It will only hurt and make your attitude even far worse. So sad.
We display our happy disposition to you so that hopefully you will see a light at the end of the gloom and doom tunnel. We smile, we kid, we even offer help. You act cordial most of the time, but you don’t want our help or even our friendship. You smile, fake your happy friendship face all while stabbing the knife as far into our backs as you can shove it. You try to turn friends against friends and ally with our foes. It’s so totally and absolutely sick and weird. Yes, sick and weird.
I, as not all, but some, who witness the display of the devil you put forth, pray for you. We pray for your attitude. We pray for your family. …And sadly, most of all, we pray that you will just stay away from us.
Why must you hate everything about your life?