Oh-h-h, I'm breaking in slow motion
Oh-h-h, how did it hit me so fast?
It hurts so bad, it hurts so bad
I don't think National Indulge in Self-Pity Month has an official song. So I'm nominating Big & Rich's "Slow Motion." (Country is definitely the most self-pitying popular music genre, and "Slow Motion" is an excellent example of a self-pitying country song.)
Gotcha! Silly rabbit, there's no such thing as National Indulge in Self-Pity Month! But there is National Indulge in Self-Pity Week, and we are right in the middle of it.
Gotcha again! Actually, there's no such thing as National Indulge in Self-Pity Week either. But if there were, 2 or 3 lines would be an excellent choice as its official blog.
This post is explicitly about self-pity. But it's certainly not the only 2 or 3 lines post to be saturated with self-pity. Self-pity is one of the things that 2 or 3 lines does best -- don't you agree? That's no surprise. After all, being self-absorbed is another one of the other things 2 or 3 lines does best, and it's only one small step from self-absorption to self-pity.
This song popped up on the ol' sentient iPod this morning when I was taking a walk along San Diego Bay. I was already in a self-pitying state of mind, and this song was like getting an injection of self-pity epinephrine after self-pity-induced cardiac arrest.
I hit the "repeat" button a half-dozen times or so before I got back to my hotel. I don't know the exact number because I was too consumed with you-know-what to keep track. (Self-pity demands your full attention -- you can't count and completely give yourself over to self-pity at the same time.)
"Slow Motion" is from Big & Rich's second album, Comin' to Your City, which was released in 2005. It wouldn't be a bad official song for National Anxiety and Depression Awareness Week. This verse in particular captures the mental paralysis that is characteristic of depression:
I understand that not all of you allow yourselves to wallow in self-pity. In fact, you may find displays of self-pity pathetic and disgusting. If so, you will enjoy Jo Dee Messina's song, "My Give a Damn's Busted." It's an excellent choice the next time a friend or acquaintance tries to suck you into his or her self-pity party:
You can say you've got issues
You can say you're a victim . . .
Maybe somebody else's got time to listen
My give a damn's busted
Here's "Slow Motion":
Click here to buy "Slow Motion" from Amazon: