“Stop being a victim!” my friend said in exasperation.
And I’ve been mulling over his words for days now.
It is true.
When things happen, I tend to unconsciously adopt the role of a victim, I volunteer to be the damsel in distress. It is interesting, how I try to take on the weight of the world onto myself, as if it were my birthright. When I hear stories of starving children, families broken apart by war, I immediately become the hungry child, the mother who lost her son.
As if a lugubrious stance is second nature to me. My head hangs in despair. My heart aches in desolation.
Bring on the sadness! A toast to melancholy!