Pity Party

Pity is a virus conceived in fear and fueled by ignorance. It is a very frustrating and off-putting obstacle that I am sometimes faced with. 

People feeling sorry for me frankly, feels like a slap in the face at times. Pity is subtle, often injected through comments, looks and innuendo. A phrase such as "God bless you." meekly uttered, can turn my stomach. 

I realize that to the casual observer my appearance may be a little overwhelming but I am just living my life, I do not want or need sympathy. Imagine being looked at like you are a terrible car accident: eyes filled with worry skitter over you as they wonder what terrible misfortune led to this physical predicament. Imagine being a young adult in elevator with you with your parent and someone taking a look at you and saying "I'm sorry." not to you, but to your parent as if you aren't even there. Going out in public is always somewhat of a gamble, I never know what reaction I'm going to get from strangers. 

Most of the time I can casually go to a movie, the mall, or a restaurant—but sometimes all it takes is one person to make me feel different. Children are mostly just curious but adults feel sorry. People fear what they don't understand, at times it can manifest as sympathy. I truly understand that most people mean well but somedays I just want to shake them and say I am fine, I am just doing my thing and, I am happy. What right do they have look at me determine that my life is sad and desperate. When I'm greeted with pity it makes me feel poorly about myself, it eats away at my own self worth. It can be the ultimate vibe killer.

The trick, my friends, is not minding it hurts. Sure, people are going to make you feel shitty sometimes but you have to find happiness from within. Erase pity with enthusiasm. As Frank Sinatra once said: “The best revenge is massive success." I certainly could be bitter but what good does that do anyone, especially me?