09/08/2026
I am excellent- like pro status- at finding all the reasons why others have it easier, less stressful, more cushioned than me.
I think it's a by-product of my rejection sensitivity dysmorphia. An evil superpower if their ever was one (iykyk).
I can get a headstart on covering up my feelings of disappointment in my self, my choices, and my failed outcomes simply by making up elaborate, pitiful stories that allow me to furious at the raw hand I was dealth.
There's so many of these "it's not fair" stories I basically have my own personal telenovela. I've titled it "My rags; their riches."
Each episode is about how others have it so much better, and I have it so much harder.
There's a always a verbal fight scene where I use my master logic to finally convince whoever my comparison is against why they were destined to win, and I to lose...
But if the game wouldn't have been rigged, I'd be where they are no problem.
Not to brag, but the internal monologues I write for these scenes are the best drama, y'all.
OoooOooo đ
I can trigger my nervous system into a cortisol-flooded, dopamine-laced RUSH in an instant winning these arguments for my disadvantaged-ness inside my head.
But...
Every time I fight for my limitations, and win with ease so that I can feel the hit of satisfaction that comes with being right...
It costs me another day going without what COULD be.
Listen...
Learn from me doing it the hard way-
Continue to spend a your efforts rationalizing all the ways you're stuck and can't and have been dealt the raw deal in comparison to everyone else...
And you'll be too high on your rightness to figure out all you can be, do, have.
You have to choose:
(A) The high of being right, or
(B) The reality of buying a life your proud of.