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Stronger (Chase Miller - New Orleans, LA)

 


Bad days suck, it's a fact of life. There is no way to avoid them and there is no "prevention of bad days;" they simply are there and there is no changing it. Those horrid events start off horribly, then they start to look up, only to lie to you, making you feel worse. And then, the atmosphere is set to the dreary setting in your mind, which amplifies the bad day, and then just when you think it couldn't get any worse, you're thrown under a bus. (Which I've never really experienced, but I'm sure it would be deadly and painful. But more deadly. Or more painful. I should probably ask someone who has experienced bus-running-over syndrome. Whatever the case, I speak figuratively.)

These days make you want to crawl into your California king, or your tiny college twin, or hammock, or whatever place of rest of your choosing, and forget the world for a year or so. But that's extreme. Maybe a month. The point is, they break you down. And I'm sure those of you who are reading this know exactly where I speak from. *cue the applause*

The problem is getting stuck in that "blah" mode. I find that I sit there, or stand, and tell myself how bad this day is. Now I'm not sure if anyone else does this, but I probably go over in my head a list of things that make the world suck, which puts me into an even greater funk.

I wonder why the word funk is used to describe a bad attitude. When people say something is funky, shouldn't that have a positive connotation? Like get up and dance to some disco, or pop, or whatever kind of music that is so called "funky" positive connotation? It makes no sense. Unless the Blues started it, then that would make a lot of sense. But that's another post for another day. Like when I get home from a bar or something.

Distraction.

Lists. Like I said last night, they provide significance, therefore, you feel even worse. You know the common saying, "Misery likes good company," I personally like to think "Misery likes to be a narcissist." If you think about it, it's a little full of itself, even if it does its job well. When you are miserable, you tend to want to stay miserable.

But that's not what you do to get out of it. Sometimes, you just have to focus on what is really behind what makes you miserable, and tell yourself, "You whiny baby, shut up, and get over yourself." Misery doesn't want you to be happy, obviously. No one said it is easy to combat. You have to learn to accept yourself for the positive things about you, and tell yourself that you are stronger than what is being thrown at you.

Say you are playing tennis, and you go to swing your racket to hit the ball. If you hit it with a loose wrist, the ball will not go where you want it to. Heck, sometimes, you lose your racket (that may just be me though, I'm weak.) But if you want to hit the ball, you are going to hold that racket with all of your might, and that ball will go somewhere, I can assure you. Maybe to your opponent's face, but that's mean.

There is a common motto that I like to live by. Whatever does not kill you, only makes you stronger.

Read it, memorize it, and accept it.

It helps.

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