Oh Stop being SAD. You could be one of the characters in one of the novels below, for example. Or someone on The News. Which tonight was really fucking depressing.
I am neither. I’ve had a fucking word with myself in a wee small room and I’m feeling rather chipper about work (ideas! stories! things happening! Yay!) and about other things. Cos as bad as you think your life is, shittier things happen to people you love. And that sucks balls.
So rooms everyone! Wee ones! Have fucking words with yourselves! Unless things are really bad, in which case, please go ahead.
But please don’t for the love of god be one of those people who EVER says to someone “hey, cheer up! things could be worse!” with a stupid fucking grin on their faces as if you’re for some reason the kind of person for whom not receiving their ASOS shoes in the post that day makes you look like someone killed your puppy and you have cancer even though you’re not (this actually happened to me in the lift the other day).
And you really don’t want to say “actually someone died, you can’t get worse than that, and I am not going to cheer the fuck up” even though that is exactly what has just happened and because you are a nice person and don’t want to make them feel bad even though they’re an idiot for saying such a stupid patronising insensitive platitude, you don’t. So you look at your shoes and mumble something hoping they feel bad cos things are bad, even though they probably still think you’re thinking about Those Shoes.