Remember when a friend told me recently that people don't really like being around individuals who are always unhappy or depressed.
That really woke me up for I have been making myself feel miserable for the past few weeks. I never really thought about how that would affect the people around me, especially those who love me and care for me. In my state of unhappiness, I only thought about how I was unhappy, how I was so miserable. I never realised that people who loved me were rendered unhappy by the sight of a visibly depressed me.
Now I know that being an unhappy person is actually one of the most selfish acts one can inflict on his/her loved ones. And I learnt it the hard way. In a bizarre way, the more unhappy I was, the more I wanted to be unhappy. Makes sense? It doesn't.
I have to make sure I remember this lesson. And if you are the one who happened to have told me this illuminating fact, please always remind me of it if I should ever wallow in my well of self-pity.
And my dear Claydoll, may you always be happy. =)