I don’t pity myself, although I easily could. I mean, I haven’t done half the things I said I 
would do by age 36, and AARP is offering me numerous discounts through the mail (anyone want a $10 subscription to This Old House?), a sure sign of decline. Yet, I don’t pity myself for one reason, and for one reason only. I haven’t given up. Only people who have given up can truly pity themselves. They wallow in it like pigs in slop, and I refuse to be that pig in slop. I can still make my dreams come true. Indeed, they are even as we speak in process, a word I take to mean good things are happening.
today is another one of those days. sigh #selfpityrules
I don’t pity myself, even though I’m sure there are many people who pity me. They see me pass on the street in my yellow coat and comfortable sneakers, and I’m sure they think I’m not worth much. There are so many judgmental people out there, seemingly more now than there ever have been before. But I don’t think that’s true. I think they were just less vocal about it before. Now someone will get right in your face (or right on your Facebook wall) and tell you just what they think of you because they feel they have the right. Ah, don’t get me started on rights vs. privileges. We’ve gotten those all mixed up lately (and by “We” I mean all those other people), and there doesn’t seem to be any redemption coming anytime soon.
i wish i had a different life #selfpityrules
I don’t pity myself, even when others seem to be subscribing to that belief system in spades. The “woe is me” defense is a compelling one, but also an ultimately defeatist one. If you admit defeat, what is there to live for? And it’s not even just teenagers these days who subscribe to this belief system. It’s fogies like us too who sit around all day doing nothing, yet expecting things to come to them. Or not. They tweet all day long about how horrible their lives are, and they wait for us to validate that distinction, or else to try and refute it.
I don’t pity myself, because life has too many amazing moments to waste even one of those on feeling bad for myself.
Sam
Sam's Online Journal 
Amen!
Thanks!
A fogey at age 36? LOL.
Sometimes I feel pitiful, I have a piece of chocolate and find something to do. 🙂 That is a surface solution. The real one is deep inside, nourished by our Creator’s Word where He says that we are responsible if we are discouraged and that would be impious.
“Do not wail, ‘Is there any frail man able to tear down a single citadel?’ If you never lose your peace and courage in vain thoughts, you will not have to account (to Me) for the (wheat)ears left standing in spite of your efforts, but you shall have to account for your despondency which is impiety.” The Revelation of Arès 13/8
This world is all about surface solutions these days, which aren’t solutions after all. They just cover up the problems for a little while. It’s like taking a holiday and hoping all that stuff will go away while you’re gone. But I do so love chocolate.