Self-pity has a bad rap.
When people confess to me in therapy, “I had a pity party last week,” they’re usually embarrassed about it.
They look as if they’re admitting they made a mean face at a baby or threw a plastic cup on the freeway shoulder.
Their faces say, “I know I shouldn’t do that, but I did it anyway.”
Well, I tell them — and I’m here to tell you — there’s nothing wrong with self-pity.
If you’re going to pity yourself, though, for Heavens’ sake, pity yourself!
Calling yourself a pathetic loser doesn’t sound like pity to me.
Here’s a helpful definition that I swooped up from Dictionary.com:
Self-pity means doing all that for yourself.
“But I got myself into this!,” you might protest.
See the above definition? It doesn’t say, “unless the person got themselves into this pickle in the first place, in which case the sympathetic or kindly sorrow can be dispensed with.”
For more on this, check out my blog post this week over at my country house, PsychologyToday.com: