Generally speaking, I’m not into it; it’s just not productive. We all have our melodramas. We all have our issues.
Now that’s not to say I don’t get tired, mad, frustrated, sad, and feel every emotion there is to feel in this lifetime. Today has been difficult and tonight I’m sure as hell gonna let myself have one hell of a cryfest. On these kind of days I do let myself have a lot of self condolences.
But it’s just my stance that feeling pity for myself is usually far too self-indulgent. There are much better ways to spend that time and energy than self absorbed in my own emotions.
Far better. And there are always those suffering much more, enduring much more, with much more heartache and with fewer recourses. People that are vulnerable and choiceless and suffering greatly with absolutely no support. So who am I to bitch about my paltry suffering?
Sylvia says I am allowed. So I allow it, once in a while. Once every few months or so. I am definitively feeling like it tonight. But I like to cry not just for myself but for the entire world. I like to cry for all of us, because the suffering of one is the suffering of all and even though I feel I can’t take much more on…….doesn’t mean I can’t help relieve some of that tension by letting that deep sorrow out.
Sometimes nothing feels as deeply cleansing as a big giant cry party.