It is, in fact, psychologically possible – in a philosophical sense – for one to metaphorically rip themselves a new asshole.
The more enlightened of us believe it to be periodically advisable, profoundly spiritual and orgasmically therapeutic.
J. K. R. Nash IV
“Quit feeling sorry for yourself.”
Safe to say we’ve all heard that from the Burning Bush in our lives?
More than once?
Can I have a show of hands?
Okay. You can put your hands down now.
There is one simple question I ask myself when honestly considering the accuracy of such an accusation:
“If I heard the same story as mine – even just a short portion of it –
being told by someone else, no matter what kind thorough asshole they might be
would I feel sorry for them?”
Then I ask myself a second and possibly more important question:
“Why should I cut some other asshole more slack than I cut myself?”
Now “pity” is another story altogether.
If the story I heard from a total stranger involved something of their own doing or thinking or not doing or not thinking, and it could easily have been avoided with a modicum of prudence and foresight …
that would be pitiful.
I would have pity for them, and that is not an either sympathetic or empathetic response on my part. It’s actually somewhat a slap in their face.
If the story I told myself involved something of my own doing or thinking or not doing or not thinking, and it could easily have been avoided with a modicum of prudence and foresight …
that would be equally pitiful.
Doesn’t mean I would have pity for myself.
I’m just not coordinated enough to slap myself in the face and kick myself in the ass at the same time.