About pity parties: You know, everyone needs to wallow in self-pity sometimes. (As I typed that, in the background, I heard Dean Martin crooning, "Everybody needs to wallow in self-pity sometimes" to the tune of "Everybody Loves Somebody (Sometime).")
But really, we do. It's just that you have to know when to snap out of it and you have to know when to quit sharing it publicly or when not to share it publicly at all. (I'm at the point that I've just become so suspicious of "Munchausen by Internet" that I hardly believe anyone anymore.)
And if you can't snap out of it, you need to go get professional help. Clinical depression sometimes requires medical attention, but certainly can't be cured by posting on the Internet or complaining in a chat room.
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Hubby and I were talking about "Flipper" tonight and then, of course, we started trying to imitate Flipper. And the more we did our horrible imitations of that incredibly clever marine mammal, the more we laughed because they were ridiculous. Just do your own Flipper imitation and try to keep a straight face.