Have you ever wanted to say anything abusive to someone you love because of a bad day?
I have and I have.
I love playing the victim because in my mind, I’m allowed special rights to treat people badly. I deserve these rights because the world has treated me badly.
I call it the Dark Day Parasite that enters my body for some reason or another.
Maybe the traffic sucked this morning and with all the stop and go, I spilled coffee on my shirt. I was late for a meeting and was screamed at by my partners. The parasite is starting to grow and I’m noticing more problems. Computers are slow, dropped cell phone calls, lazy clerks at the store. The parasite has now entered my heart and I need to get rid of it.
I get to treat someone I love badly because they are close to me, they should understand! I pass the poison to them and I feel better but they now have to get rid of it. And the cycle continues because of a little stain on my shirt.
Self-pity is easily the most destructive of the non pharmaceutical narcotics; it is addictive, gives momentary pleasure and separates the victim from reality.
~ John Gardner