It’s so easy to make yourself feel like shit. Seriously, it is! I know you agree. Sit there for a minute and think. Are you thinking? How does it make you feel? I bet you feel super shitty. Yeah, me too. Don’t worry we’re going to get through this together.
During lunch a co-worker told me that the rye chip—that dark little cracker in your Chex Mix—is the worst. Everyone in the room agreed. I sat there and laughed and proceeded to keep my little yapper shut because, well, I fucking love rye chips. To speak out against the Chex Mix council would brand me as a workplace pariah. So, now I feel dumb for liking the little toasted bread flakes. And now I’m thinking about how I’m never going to make it and that I’m going to die unaccomplished, and everyone will be like, “That Bobby guy? He was kind of okay, I guess. A bit annoying, though.”
Okay, maybe that’s an overreaction. Don’t sit there and say you haven’t overreacted before. Especially not after inhaling a bag of Goldfish with the same reverence as a castaway sucking down potable water. I bet you felt real bad about yourself then.
But I’m not here to make you feel like shit. I’m here to help point fingers at the why the how, and the God damn it, I need to stop doing this to myself every thirty-five minutes.
Before my Chex Mix encounter, I was thinking about people. Specifically, I was thinking about how much I hate them. Or, to be even more specific, how much I hate myself. See, thinking about other people is the easiest way to feel truly horrible about yourself—a shortcut to misery. If you want to skip, leap, and trip into a bad day, just think about your more successful friends, family, strangers, or celebrities.
The problem with being me is that I look in the mirror and I see, well me. Other people get the privilege of looking in the mirror and seeing themselves. They see success. They see someone who has their life figured out with lots of smiles and money and tons of friends who think they are all really cool. They definitely don’t look at themselves and think,
“Fuck.”
Comparison is the greatest tool in your arsenal of self-hatred. It doesn’t matter that the other person is also a stupid little human with too many thoughts rattling around their head, just like you and I.
Why am going on this tangent? Why am I dragging you through my pissy-fit when I’m just throwing a tantrum? I’ll tell you why: because we’re all throwing a tantrum together, and I’m here to help if only a little bit. Let me be the first to say it,
It is okay to feel like shit.
We all make ourselves feel bad. We gaze at someone else’s verdant lawns and forget that overnight, we climbed over their fence and painted their grass the most perfect shade of green. We ignore the crows tearing worms out of a soggy lawn, waterlogged from poor drainage. We ignore the dog shit and the wrappers and the entire rotisserie chicken that’s feeding a family of angry raccoons. It’s so much easier to see the topiary you could never afford and ignore the rampant rodents ravaging their garage.
You could argue that there is some kind of comfort in the success of others. You could argue that if everyone’s lives are heaping piles of crap, then the world truly is an awful place, and we should all be sad all the time. Well, I don’t believe that. I think that there is plenty of room to be angry, jealous, and at the end of the day, Okay.
Everyone has their own lives. Their own tastes. Their own bags of Goldfish or Chex Mix. Some people have better things than you: better hair, a better car, more money, and a cooler job. But they also have to look at themselves in the mirror every day and hear the little ghosts in their brain measuring them up to someone else. We can take these comparisons and invert them. Compare yourself to yourself and see that maybe things aren’t so bad. Maybe the you of today is better than the you of yesterday. Maybe you’ve got a pretty kickass life when you stop yelling at yourself.
I guarantee that if you take the time to breathe, you’ll see that you’re a lot more put together than you give yourself credit.
I know. Giving yourself your credit is difficult. It’s like writing a check to yourself at the bank and cashing it at the same teller. What’s the point? Did it really do anything? Honestly, it probably didn’t. You’re going to say, “Hey, good job me!” And then, ten seconds later, curl up into the fetal position on your couch as you compare yourself to your best friend who just arrived at a wine and cheese mixer without you. Little did you know that your best friend is also sobbing, curled up in their car because of some other person that they compared themselves to and so on and so on and so on.
That’s sort of how life goes.
Look, we’ve all got our problems. We’ve got our good and bad. We all spend way too much energy worrying about stupid, idiotic things like our neighbor’s car or our friend’s vacation. I know that I do. I get this weight in my gut, a crushing ball of fear made lead whenever I think about someone far more successful than me. How could I ever compare? Should I dig a hole in the dirt and lie down so I can get this dying thing over with already?
If you said yes, then you are either being far too mean or far too dramatic.
I know that what I say here isn’t going to change your life, or your day, or even the next hour. But you’re not alone with your jealousy or the whiplash of self-loathing that follows. Try to remember that when you swear at yourself in the mirror or in your bed or while you stare down at an empty bag of snacks, your neighbor has probably done something similar before driving off to your dream job. For all you know, they’re about to get fired.
It’s okay to want that. Seriously.
The biggest thing that will make you feel like shit is yourself. It’s easy, and that’s okay. Let yourself feel like shit. It’s human. But let yourself breathe once in a while. Maybe you won’t go on that Hawaiian vacation or buy that sports car. Maybe you’ll feel embarrassed about your strange obsession with rye chips. But at the end of the day, I hope you can say,
“Hey, maybe things aren’t so bad!”
Even if you change your mind ten minutes later.