Come on ride a train

How about that title..betcha that song gets stuck in your head for days now. You're welcome.

Anywho this as usual has nothing to do with trains..well kind of I guess not really.. Pitty trains pitty parties.. How about those gems that cling on to every little thing that happens to them AND NEVER GET OVER IT.

I've come to the conclusion that some people are actually delusional enough to think that all the bs they go through only happens to them... That they are alone in the world and it is just so bad.

They real kicker is the ones who hold a grudge over being turned down. They kill me. I'm by no means a man killer but seriously men kill me. I had a guy who met me at work..we got to talking..never went anywhere. Because in my mind we were never talking like there was any interest there maybe it was because we got talking because he was "in love with his best friend" and I was coming out of a hot mess. Never once gave me any remote hint that there was any kind of interest.. And I know I didn't...because there wasn't. And I hit on his friend and told people he was my brother. So when he finally does fill me in I flat out tell him nope. thanks your sweet but I'm just not feeling you like that... He told people I broke his heart for two months to follow.
Any who fast forward to my house fire and the buffalo news announcing my new relationship with a guy who had mutual friends talked no and then whatever.
This kid would not hang out at the same place as Shawn he refuses to go to the bar I work at even when he knows I'm no there..still to this day hasnt said a word to me and overall the same for shawn. The only reason hes even in the same room is because his friends finally said get over it because its not stopping us so either sulk alone or nut up... Which naturally his response is I don't have any... Because that's been a thing from the start but god forbid anyone mentions the metaphor of having a pair.
The fire was two months ago and he is sulking in his heartbreaking experience That never happens to anyone else in the world.

If I sound harsh I am sorry I don't mean to my issue is not specifically to this one individual. My issue is that mind set that too many people have now. That poor me my life is so bad its so much worse than everyone else's. No. Just no.
Did you know that someone actually told my mother that I was better off then she was because m house burnt down.
I mean seriously. SERUOUSLY? how ignorant are you to say something so damn stupid. I don't care so much about me honest I don't. I told my mom days after the fire I felt like I won the lottery with the sentimental items that were recovered. Because I can promise you as your place is burning and your jumping out a window you do not have the time or the vision to find all those things you are sure you'll be able to grab if it happens to you.
And truth be told as the flames are blowing there is really just one item you truly want.
But to say that I am better off? Are you kidding me... Me I'll be okay I kknow that whole heartidly but I had to watch that whole place go down. Everything I busted my ass for. Working every single holiday to keep that very roof over my head..and then tell my five year old everything she ever had was gone. Tell Derek that the hours and hours of artwork he had made was gone that everything of his babies gone. This is not me feeling sorry for myself.. Its being angry.. livid that someone be has the nerve to say I'm better off.

Where I am going with all of this is just that there is a serious shortage in reality checks. Open your eyes. We all get thrown crap.
This past twelve months I have had a brain tumor removed watched my best friend get thrown the book at him for blowing a .09 my car took a shit my friend was deployed I've seen good no amazing people lose their house because of cancer. My cousin had to post pone her wedding because her fiance is being deployed. I have friends that cannot have children. My house burnt down. My cousin has a friend who had to burry her newborn baby.
This is life. These things are all tragic every single one. But they happen. And then they are over and then you have to move on. You have to. Holding on to every little thing that happens to you for way to long is stupid to be frank. This constant poor me poor me poor poor pitiful me act needs to stop. Like yesterday.
Tragedy hits us all every single day. We all fall on our butts and hit rock bottom. But that's the beauty of it. Once you hit rock bottom you get up dig your way out. And its hard. Its really really hard. But once you do it the next time it happens you know your way out again.
But stop expect the rest if the world to feel so damn sorry for you over something that happened six months ago years ago. I'm not saying its not sad but move on with your life.