Editor's Note - Throwing a pity party

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By Tom McDonald

Think I’ll throw myself a pity party.  I caught a cold, I’m overworked, I’m gaining weight from my comfort food and I have no company to enjoy my misery with, so I’m in good shape to invite you in as I feel sorry for myself.

Join me as I lay out some of the reasons why my life sucks:

• I have a job. Sure, that means I get a paycheck, but I’d much rather be independently wealthy. Then I wouldn’t have to get up in the morning, work my you-know-what off all day, and come home in the evening tired. My life would be so much more relaxing if I could just lie around in my sweats all day.

• I have a family and they love me. That means I have to love them back. I have to care about my dear ol’ ma, talk in a civilized tone to my brothers, worry about the kids in the clan and give them advice as if they’re paying attention, which I know they aren’t. Life would be so much easier if I were free to not care.

• I have a dog. That means I have to feed her when she’s hungry, bathe her when she stinks and walk her when she begs me to, and all I get in return is her unconditional love. Life would be far more simple with a hermit crab.

• I have a house, and I’m paying out the wazoo every month to keep it. Living in my car would be so much cheaper — though I would miss my microwave.

• I live in Las Vegas, New Mexico. People here are way too friendly and caring — pity-party-poopers, I say. Leave me to my own devices and I could live like that hermit up on the peak. Only I’d need to drive my car to and from my cave, since all that comfort food has made me too fat to walk back and forth to town.

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And to make everything worse, it’s the holiday season. That means people are going to be nice to me and I’ll have to be pleasant in return. I’ll have to give stuff away and thank people for giving me stuff. I’ll also have to drink eggnog and tear up like a sissy while watching sentimental old movies about Tiny Tim and that angel getting his wings. I’m telling you, life would be far less complicated if I could just skip this month and go straight into the doldrums of January.

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Now that I’ve gotten all that off my chest, I feel better. Now I’m a little more willing to count my blessings, which of course includes my job, my family, my dog, my house, Las Vegas and this wonderful holiday season.

Isn’t it interesting how we view, at varying times, the big things in our lives as either blessings or burdens? Sometimes, I suppose, it’s all a matter of perspective.

Party’s over. Let me know if you decide to wallow in your own self-pity. I’ll bring the comfort food.

Tom McDonald is editor and publisher of the Optic. He may be reached at 505-425-6796, ext. 237, or