The Circle Of Misery

Do you sometimes feel like your ‘tunes can read your mind? I mean you’ll be thinking something and a song starts playing that applies to your current situation perfectly. Or it could be the other way round and a song that sounds like it’s mocking the irony that is blatantly obvious to you about a certain situation, suddenly pops up. Even when your ‘tunes is set to shuffle. Most of the people I know would say it’s usually the latter rather than the former. Maybe I just don’t hang out with too many happy people. But that’s okay ‘cause nobody wants a happy, shiny, smiley Miley Cyrus for a best friend, right? If your friends seem to fit into that category and seem too happy, then you’ve been left out of their inner circle that is the The Circle Of Misery. See, this is the place where all the real shit goes down. If you haven’t been part of conversations like:

“This is the last time I swear, I’m never touching the stuff after this, I swear”

“I’ve been rejected 8 times! You think I have any self esteem left?!”

“Man, I need to have a fling. And I don’t mean fling the door!”

“I’m a bitch. This machar biting me should do just that. Cause I deserve it”

 “I made a big mistake leaving the band. I regret it every damn day. But I can’t tell them”

“Jahandad mein bahut sex hai”

Yes. The first step is to accept that you’re miserable. Denial will get you nowhere if you want to be a part of this circle. So admit it and then call up your  closest friends and set up a meeting and drown your sorrows in a bottle or bottles (in me and my friends’ case) of diet Pepsi  (whoever set the norm that diving into a tub of ice cream would make you less miserable? It would make you feel worse the next day. Why dispose those extra calories on your ass?!)

You’ve been kept in the dark if you’ve never heard your friends say stuff like that out loud. They think you’re made of sugar, have cupcakes for breakfast, wear Care Bear merchandise under your clothes, cry during Titanic, use the word ‘babes’ and just can’t take in and digest all that is wrong in their lives.  

 It’s actually really easy making your place in the Circle Of Misery if you’re really honest.

Almost every group has one. I think it should formally be called what it is and we should hold meetings and pledge like, “Hi. My name is Makaiwala and I’m miserable”

Instead of feeling like you’re the only one swimming in a pool of egg yolk, you’ll know you’re not alone. You’ll be assured that there are others with you, sticky from head to toe, reeking of the same nauseating smell of yolk.  I bet that put a grand smile on your miserable face, sunny side up.