…and also for cockwaffle.
Not too long ago when a person screamed life was getting too much for them and they were drowning, a flood of people would wash in to save them. Nowadays everyone is too busy wading up to their necks to compete for who has it worse – as if the quickest to die wins.
We’re human, we’re British (most of you on here anyway), I get it – we complain. But there’s a huge difference between complaining about something that can’t be changed vs. exaggerating every detail of your life to make it sound like everyone has it easy compared to poor old, miserable you.
Rarely do people I meet nowadays define themselves by their positives, by the things they enjoy, the things they are good at. It’s always a mad scramble of conversation to prove you’re the poorest, or the most ill, have the ‘worst’ mental health issue in the group, or your job is the hardest, or your soooo tired because you stayed up until 5am playing video games because you have insomnia (buy a dictionary, that’s not what insomnia is).
Seriously, stop being a cockwaffle! Be proud of yourself for your achievements, for your triumphs (no matter how small), and for actively chasing your dreams rather than revelling in your nightmares.
I get it –we all want to be special, nothing wrong with that, but when did we stop wanting to be special for being good at something rather than simply ‘having it hard’? It’s our own fault I suppose, we’re living in the era of ‘woe is me’. It’s easier to be special for being a failure these days, and the sympathy we give (deserved a lot of the time) becomes a crutch for some people and a much easier option in the search for specialdom. Why bother learning a language or honing your artistic skills when you can get all the attention you crave simply for stating you’re an insomniac, or you foolishly maxed out three credit cards, or you have a leaky ceiling that’s totally like not your like fault like, because who knew showers needed shower curtains?
I’ve seen groups of friends competing for who has it worst every time they meet, oohing and ahhing at the appropriate time, each waiting for their turn to stand in the centre of the cheerless circle jerk and dance like a sad clown for their audience.
Buck up, people! Stop feeling sorry for yourself (and other people), and be a better person.
Be a happy person.
“Unfuck yourself – be who you were before all that stuff happened that dimmed your fucking shine.”