Meaningful Misery

Dear Friends, 
According to a survey I read today on the net, a person's success in life can be determined by his or her math and reading skills, in grade two. According to me, an adult's state of being can be determined by the quality of his or her adolescence. Loneliness - Check! Melodrama - Check! Melancholy, Immaturity - Check, Check! Binging - Check!
Earlier today, as I sat down to proofread my posting, I poured myself a glass of Merlot. After I published my posting, I poured myself another glass. Before I knew it, I was too lazy to shower and get dressed. As I reached for the magic potion, for the third time, I called my son, to cancel on him. He was fine with me dodging mothers' day festivities and staying home.

Since then, I've raided the fridge a few times, a whole tray of macaroni and cheese, a tub of ice cream, a container of almonds and strawberries, two bananas and a carrot. Meanwhile, my mother called to wish me Happy Mother's Day, my ex-husband called to wish me Happy Mother's Day and my unavailable son found time to call, to wish me Happy Mother's Day. Although I felt guilty not answering their calls, I persuaded myself, I didn't have to put on a brave face, to make others feel good about their thoughtfulness. 
I'm not sure what I've accomplished today, by punishing myself (or them) so severely, but according to Tori Rodriguez, a writer and a psychotherapist, there is such a thing as "Meaningful Misery!" It's My Day, and I'll be depressed and feel sorry for myself, if I want to! Accepted and filed! What have you accepted and filed, since noon?