A Rant...

A crumpled, used tissue paper that is not even thrown into the trash but left on the muddied street to be kicked around and stomped on. Would it scream in agony and howl in pain? Would it cry rape and harp on the indignity that it has been served with? Human beings, thanks to overgrown brains, laziness and an involuntary habit of being self-sympathetic tend to cry hoarse every time they have to deal with things that do not go according to their previously determined plan. WE cry about being single, being in a lousy relationship, being in a job, being out of a job, anything and everything is worth a crib. After all it is what keeps us going. I frankly agree that I am one of those individuals who thrives on misery and depression. I will always look at the wrong things about a situation. Always whine about what I do not have and lately, I have even stopped trying to do something that will keep me away from pessimism for the time being. Though it does not seem that way, I am really not the bad sort just manic depressive and hungry for attention without the capability of getting the attention. So I do what I do best. Be morose, quiet and sulk. That is my tactic to gain attention. It hardly ever works. All I get are adjectives like bitchy and egoistic. I cannot be chirpy. It is unbecoming of me. I can be me but i guess that will never be good enough.