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Feeling sorry for oneself

Well, there was a bunch of commentaries a week ago over my tendency to cry over the spilt milk. You know, this blog thing is wonderful, because in part and on occasions I do use it to expell my worries and exact some words of support or opinions and so...

I had so many major life changes in recent months, so many people screwed me in most disgusting ways that I had to find a way not to keep all that shit in me because the anger and frustration were poisoning me.

So everybody that's getting annoyed on "where's the usual witty Ptitchitza stuff" these days, there's only this whining & crying & obsessing about Maria... I invite you to measure your own stress level. I did it again just now, and again it went straight to (extremely) high. If you're anywhere near, let me know, and I'll be taking your well-meant but misplaced words of advice more seriously. I have been living under these conditions for some 18 months, and only recently have gotten rid of all (or most) of that anger. That's why (with some exaggeration and wit) I say that I should get a Nobel prize award for Anger Management because noone but me got hurt.

The link is:

http://health.yahoo.com/stress-resources/life-change-stress-test/healthwise--calc008.html