Misery Incorporated (x)
The following is an excerpt from Paulo Coelho's blog Warrior of Light.
get them together and it can be a riot. talk to them individually and they seem to have a bag of daggers specially sharpened to stab each other on the back. and they call each other friends.
ever heard of the phrase "misery loves company?" these girls have formed the company "misery incorporated" and there are recurring topics (in random order): men and infedility, weight loss, who betrayed who, the newest boy toy.
some of these girls have baggage that can rival the whole prada summer collection line.
in any case, the quote from Paulo resonates in this particular scenario as these girls have a penchant to get together and propagate misery. they just love it when a member is in deep shit over the latest disastrous relationship.
i have yet to listen to a conversation that praises another member. it's all about me, me, me! i have this urge to sometimes stop them in the middle of a conversation and say "next! we've talked about this before."
i've asked them the question, "if you hate (insert the name) so much why do you insist on hanging out with her?"
i draw a blank stare, in the inane litany of misery, they probably realized that if they did exactly that, they won't have their "friends" around them.
they'd rather be miserable with company rather than miserable and alone.
sad, really sad.
"Pay attention to your allies
A warrior does not associate with anyone who wishes him harm. Nor is he seen in the company of those who want to “console” him.
He avoids whoever is only at his side in moments of defeat. These false friends want to prove that weakness has its rewards. They always bear bad news. They always try to destroy the warrior’s trust, under the disguise of “solidarity”.
When they see him injured they break into tears, but deep in their hearts they are happy because the warrior has lost a battle. They fail to understand that this is a part of combat.
A warrior’s true companions are at his side at each and every moment, in times both difficult and easy."
A warrior does not associate with anyone who wishes him harm. Nor is he seen in the company of those who want to “console” him.
He avoids whoever is only at his side in moments of defeat. These false friends want to prove that weakness has its rewards. They always bear bad news. They always try to destroy the warrior’s trust, under the disguise of “solidarity”.
When they see him injured they break into tears, but deep in their hearts they are happy because the warrior has lost a battle. They fail to understand that this is a part of combat.
A warrior’s true companions are at his side at each and every moment, in times both difficult and easy."
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i have a story about a group of girl-friends who claim to be great friends. they do the party circuit, hang out in bars, do the usual get together lunches, host parties, date men, bitch about men. don't get me wrong, most of them are successful in their respective fields and are not merely decoration on the wall. in short, they do have strong personalities.get them together and it can be a riot. talk to them individually and they seem to have a bag of daggers specially sharpened to stab each other on the back. and they call each other friends.
ever heard of the phrase "misery loves company?" these girls have formed the company "misery incorporated" and there are recurring topics (in random order): men and infedility, weight loss, who betrayed who, the newest boy toy.
some of these girls have baggage that can rival the whole prada summer collection line.
in any case, the quote from Paulo resonates in this particular scenario as these girls have a penchant to get together and propagate misery. they just love it when a member is in deep shit over the latest disastrous relationship.
i have yet to listen to a conversation that praises another member. it's all about me, me, me! i have this urge to sometimes stop them in the middle of a conversation and say "next! we've talked about this before."
i've asked them the question, "if you hate (insert the name) so much why do you insist on hanging out with her?"
i draw a blank stare, in the inane litany of misery, they probably realized that if they did exactly that, they won't have their "friends" around them.
they'd rather be miserable with company rather than miserable and alone.
sad, really sad.
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