Saturday, September 13, 2008


“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!