There are times when I moan and moan about things that really do feel bad. And then you watch the news or a documentary about somebody who has something really awful happening to them and you get that dull pang in your heart. You realise what a selfish piece of work you are and then you feel really bad about yourself.
This happens to me all of the time. I don’t think that we should be judging people on the quality of their misery though. What really hurts to you, might mean nothing to me, and vice versa. I hate it when people make out that celebrities don’t have the right to be miserable because they are rich. All the money in the world can’t take away tragedy and illness.
But sometimes, I think I’m struggling and then I hear about somebody else that is suffering worse than me and, no matter how hard I try, I can’t help but giggle at their pain.
I bumped into somebody from my course today and she was telling me that she was having a dreadful time at her school placement. I nodded knowingly, thinking about my own problems with interfering parents, thinking she was going to have similar woes.
She went on to tell me that she isn’t teaching at all because the school can’t seem to get organised. But she continued about how the head of department lies around in the work room vaping. Then they also have a wild bird that comes into the office. The staff feed it and it just flies around inside and they think nothing of it. She made the mistake of leaving her notebook in the office and it had been pecked to pieces by the time she got back.
I knew I shouldn’t laugh, but this just tickled me and was enough to give me a bit of a kick into the final week of half term. I can do this; I’m not being attacked by any wildlife, so I can’t complain.