The smoke is unbearable, stinging your eyes and filling your nostrils, along with the stench of sweat and putrid smells so strong your brain won’t even let you begin to imagine the source.
The music is so awful is makes your ears bleed. The perpetually pissed off wait staff has the flu, wiping their nose on their apron as they bark at you while they take your order. They plop your drink down and you can’t even identify what it is for the dirty glass and what’s floating in it. The steak you ordered has to be cut with a blowtorch and is drier than than a shriveled carcass in a desert and just about as tasty.
You sit in that corner, all alone, miserable with your own thoughts and perceptions about your life. You are doing nothing but wallowing in sorrow.
This place exists in the recesses of your mind and maybe it’s your first time here or maybe the staff knows you by name. Either way, you CHOSE to be here. You walked in, you sat down and became immobilized, frozen as though time itself has stopped. You are accomplishing nothing but killing precious time.
We’ve all been here, but the trick is, you don’t stay.
Stand up! Flip the table so hard the band stops playing and all eyes are on you. Scream some obscenities, flip off the staff and march out the door into the daylight! Get up from this pity party, table for one and move on.
There is a door and it swings both ways.
If you have been visiting this hell hole lately, take this weekend to really look around that room and decide you don’t want to be in that place. Make a plan. Do some research. Talk to counselors, friends, whomever. Spend time with family. Get away. Reach out, get unstuck.
You deserve it.