I hate the olympics because I hate olympians. Well I don't hate olympians personally (excepting the entire male 100m sprint contingent, or any relay athlete coming from the USA...)
No I hate the olympics because every 4 years they come around just to remind me how depressed I really am. And that again, 4 years later, I am watching the olympics depressed. Another 4 years battling the black dog.
I hate olympians because everytime I see some waif-like 19 year old weeping ecstatically about breaking a world record, everytime I watch a 14 year old chinese girl do a somerault on a 10cm wide beam like it's normal, everytime I hear another olympic success story: I am reminded that that will never be me.
Even if I started now; I will never be that happy, or proud, or successful, or athletic. I am too old, too fat, too average, and far far too unhappy.
How dare they flaunt their happiness and pride at me?!
You seriously think that's fun for me?! You seriously think I'm happy for you??? Why don't ya just rub some salt in my wounds and pour lemon juice on 'em?!
I hate the olympics. Thank god they're over for another 4 years.
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