Tuesday, March 3, 2009

I am single, have a bitchy roommate, am still in the closet to my parents, worry that one of my good friends has a crush on me, haven't had sex in over six months, and have had three days of schoolwork and midterms pile up because I've been sick. I have a severe form of amnesia, and my best friend has been halfway across the world for the past year.

And yet I'm completely content with my life. When I read this website, I sometimes feel bad being happy when there are so many sad little secrets out there. But maybe I'm not the one with the problem.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Thanks for trying to make the rest of us with "petty problems" feel bad. I'm glad you're so problem free.

Anonymous said...

marry me?
ok, fine. civil union?

Anonymous said...

You're not the one with the "problem"? I guess we mortals are too defective to overcome our obstacles. Last time I checked, this was a safe space for venting, not a place to insinuate how weak and pathetic people's secrets make them seem. A lot of the posters are suffering from depression as it is. They don't need you to remind them what utter and complete failures they are for feeling like utter and complete failures. Some of us might like advice, but no one likes criticism. It's nice that you can use this place to talk about your problems anonymously. Now let others deal with theirs in their own way.

Anonymous said...

I think people should be able to say what they think. If that's how he or she feels I totally respect their opinion. Sometimes I feel that way too. It doesn't mean I don't respect how others are feeling.

Anonymous said...

You're a jerk.

Anonymous said...

I really don't mean to make anybody feel bad and I'm not claiming any form of transcendent power or even meaning to stand on a soapbox. All I'm saying is: we all have problems, but how we feel about them is a matter of perception. Part of being well-adjusted individuals is being able to handle what life throws at us, even when it really sucks. Our minds can make floods out of droplets, or can give us serenity in the darkest times. Though I did not put it in the most saccharine terms.

If you are upset at this post, reflect upon your own posts. If they are seriously important to you, I was probably not criticizing you. I completely understand that venting is important to dealing with things like death, abuse, and betrayal.

That particular jab was more directed towards the myriad of "I <3 my best friend but i cant get the courage to ask him/her out" or "I'm a great guy/girl but guys/girls never ask me out" posts that I so often read.