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nd I know it's an important, I usually (begrudgingly) choose the first option. Then, I'm faced with two other choices: get up and be happy about it or get up and sulk. Recently, my mother told me she admires the fact that I'm so pleasant in the morning. I had no idea that what I was doing demonstrated pleasantness, but I'll take any compliments I can get!I'm not always happy. When I am, the happiness rarely lasts all day. I'm pretty sure I'm depressed, but I try my darnedest to get over it and move on. As a friend I met in Italy said: Just build a bridge and get over it. She has a point.
Life isn't always champagne and strawberries, but we can't all sit there and wallow in the utter despair we all sometimes feel. We can't just indulge ourselves and have a constant "pity-me" party. You know the old saying "If life gives you lemons, make lemonade?" It's a good saying. It means be proactive, be progressive, get off your ass and do something. For me, that something is the simple act of choosing to shower and get dressed and go out. For others, it may be simply picking up the phone and calling an old friend. Or it might be as complicated as calling someone for help.I hate asking for help. I feel like asking for help is a sign of my own personal weakness. What's wrong with me, that I can't handle my shit by myself? Well, what's wrong with me is that my shit's too complicated for its creator: I'm that messed up (or so I think). And what have I learned? I've learned that's perfectly okay. It's okay to be fucked up. Everyone's fucked up, in there own way. And that, my friends, is what get's me through the day.
You see, if everyone's fucked up, then maybe I'm not the most fucked up being on the planet. If everyone's fucked up, then people can "get" what I'm going through. If everyone's fucked up, then maybe we're not that fucked up after all?
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