I feel very queasy. And sad. And angry… And I’m still in day 3.
Fuck! Time cannot pass slower!!
My boyfriend gets pissed off when I’m such sick, because at these moments he realizes that he doesn’t have the recommended daily minimum amount of sensitivity based on empathy. He has inherited/learned this behavior from his mother. If I ever listen again any commentary insinuating that I’m suffering and moaning this for the sake of it, or words insinuating that I haven’t tried hard enough to overcome this situation at its beginning... I’m going to drive myself into a “House M.D.” mood. This is: brutally honest.
How can NOBODY pretend to fix up mental problems with pathetic commentaries which only evidence an exacerbated selfishness? Mental problems that must be treated from psychiatry and psychology, two sciences which fills up, my ladies and gentleman, even university careers!! "If you don’t sleep it’s because you don’t get tired, oh sure, you are off sick...", "I think that no matter of your life can really justify these attacks of anxiety”, “With your age and with the whole life ahead you shouldn't be in this situation".
But don’t dare to explain your point of view! The point of view of the one who is REALLY suffering. No. Because… what the hell do you think you know? You’re only 27 years old. The one who is on the edge of the menopause really knows about life... And this one is going to remind that to you time and time again.
I have a thought for those wise-asses who believe they know about everything beforehand and consider necessary to show it to each one who gets through their monologues:
The mere fact that you need to argue your monologues from that premise not only demonstrates that you still have a great lesson to learn in the life. No, dear. It also evidences that, considering the supposed "point of life" from which you speak, maybe it’s really too late to learn it. And enjoy your future old age of authentic misanthropists and bad-tempered ones!
Fuck! Time cannot pass slower!!
My boyfriend gets pissed off when I’m such sick, because at these moments he realizes that he doesn’t have the recommended daily minimum amount of sensitivity based on empathy. He has inherited/learned this behavior from his mother. If I ever listen again any commentary insinuating that I’m suffering and moaning this for the sake of it, or words insinuating that I haven’t tried hard enough to overcome this situation at its beginning... I’m going to drive myself into a “House M.D.” mood. This is: brutally honest.How can NOBODY pretend to fix up mental problems with pathetic commentaries which only evidence an exacerbated selfishness? Mental problems that must be treated from psychiatry and psychology, two sciences which fills up, my ladies and gentleman, even university careers!! "If you don’t sleep it’s because you don’t get tired, oh sure, you are off sick...", "I think that no matter of your life can really justify these attacks of anxiety”, “With your age and with the whole life ahead you shouldn't be in this situation".
But don’t dare to explain your point of view! The point of view of the one who is REALLY suffering. No. Because… what the hell do you think you know? You’re only 27 years old. The one who is on the edge of the menopause really knows about life... And this one is going to remind that to you time and time again.
I have a thought for those wise-asses who believe they know about everything beforehand and consider necessary to show it to each one who gets through their monologues:
The mere fact that you need to argue your monologues from that premise not only demonstrates that you still have a great lesson to learn in the life. No, dear. It also evidences that, considering the supposed "point of life" from which you speak, maybe it’s really too late to learn it. And enjoy your future old age of authentic misanthropists and bad-tempered ones!
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