Sitting on a bench in Ragle Park on a glorious day with beautiful nature all around me and an abundance of blessings, I reflect on how I can still feel sorry for myself.
Raised on the ethic that if it’s not perfect, it’s not good enough, I make light of this mental habit with fun and a wordplay pun.
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