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Trust me, a pain pissing contest is as our friend Funk would say "a big cave of not winning."

Feelings, sometimes not so welcome, most of the time necessary. Maybe you're getting some information you need to know.

Hell, it's my job to think about Darfur every day, and Darfur certainly ain't no better for it. Might as well check email.

We all have feelings, including men;
But there are times when it's beyond our ken.
We need to ponder things like Darfur...
I think my cubiclemate just released some sulphur.

Glad to hear the cats are healthy. Even little "scarface" Velvet. Glad to hear you're not feeling guilty for feeling bad. It's not your fault. Read "The Count of Monte Cristo:"

"There is neither happiness nor misery in the world; there is only the comparison of one state with another, nothing more. He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness. We must have felt what it is to die, Morrel, that we may appreciate the enjoyments of living."

Actually, now that I think of it, don't read it. That quote is the only meat in the entire book, and it comes on the last page. Of more than 500. You want something good to think about? You're a better writer than Alexandre Dumbass.

I like your poem :)

I hear ya. Me: great job, new place to live, nice friends, good health coverage, miserably pissing and moaning for like, a week now.

And I'm tired, so tired, of grim news. Thanks for a not-darfur, not-SD, not rape and torture and animal cruelty and war break.

this is a really great post. i'm so glad i found your blog. i love how you write with intelligence and good humor. i often catch myself feeling sad and sorry when i really have nothing to be sad or sorry about compared to the rest of the world. but like you said we all have lousy days and if it's lousy for us then it's lousy. we don't need to weigh our pain against other people's experiences to get validation for how we feel.
pain is pain. plain and simple.

You have an uncanny knack for posting poems just when I have written something utterly craptastic. And I promised myself I would always give you a poem for one of yours so dammit . . . here it is. Blech.

I want to say I am very sorry
For repeatedly lying about things
Because wishes cannot heal all these scars
And fidelity isn't held in rings.

I even put the url in so people can read more of my crappy poems. The real gluttons for punishment might read long enough to find the two poems I have written this month that I actually like.

UNGH! I know that EXACT feeling. I've been THINKING about posting. I can't even get up the nerve to post something and then delete it. I just have nothing of value to say. And I get all agitated that Certain People are reading my blog and it just becomes entirely like high school but then it's going to be HALOCAUST REMEMBERENCE WEEK and AT LEAST I DIDN'T DIE IN THE HALOCAUST, NOW DID I? AT LEAST I HAVEN'T BEEN RAPED WITH A MACHETE NOW HAVE I?

*hugs* How can you feel alone when I am sending SO much love to you from Chapel Thrill? Love love love love love love. It's like a force field and it will suck you up in its lovingness and make everything better.

If it doesn't then WHAT GOOD AM I?


I knew I spelled holocaust wrong. It just goes to show how redneck, cracker, white-trash I am. Also WASPy. Except I'm not the AS part. Or the P part. Mostly W.

just to weigh-in with the crunchy west coast perspective, you're connected to all those terrible things because suffering is like cosmic and travesties like darfur are radioactive and seep into our cells and damage them even if we are not there and are relatively priveledged because we're all connected and suffering has a half-life. and shit.

or to bring patchen into the discussion:

It would take little to be free
That no man live at the expense of another.
Because no man can own what belongs to all.
Because no man can kill what all must use.
Because no man can lie when all are betrayed.
Because no man can hate when all are hated.

(from "What is the Beautiful?")

Thank you. A friend directed me here today because you wrote my mind.

Just found your blog, thanks to Wendy over at Pound. Great post. By discounting our feelings of anger/sadness/fear/whatever we do ourselves a real disservice, and can deepen the depression. Thanks for your honesty. I can't wait to read more of your posts, and the book.

Well, hooray for friendly and understandig people. Thanks to old friends and new. And glowlita, how could I have not known about Patchen before? That's some amazing stuff.

because was sick and cranky and lots of ppl didn't like him or his peacenik politics. from what i gather anyway. i was just lucky and he was on the bookshelf in my living room as a kid.

When you feel bad about feeling bad it just makes you feel worse and then you feel guilty about it because other ppl are worse off than you and now you feel bad about them too. The badness grows exponentially. But I have learned in my job that feeling is what ties people together. I'm a social worker and in no way can I relate to my client's situations but I can relate to what they are feeling. Feelings are a universal. So don't get down on yourself if you feel like "your situation" doesn't warrent the feeling you are feeling just because it may not be as "desparate" as another's sotuation. They are your feeelings to own. So own them. It makes you a stronger more relatable person in the end.

just the way you wrote My feeeeeeeeeeelings. has made me smile and feel a bit better tonight.

i guess there's always days like this (or that), right?

It's tough to be chronically down when all seems to be right for you in theory. I have been struggling for years. I have been in therapy and it does help. Despite having a wonderful family and what appears to be good friends, I often feel alone. I am ashamed and embarassed to talk about my feelings. It does help to read that others feel the same. It makes me feel less alone.

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