I was out on my balcony yesterday morning,
really kinda feeling sorry for myself and getting ready to have a five minute cry when I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. There is a dumpster behind a Vietnamese restaurant on the corner and I watched as the top of the dumpster flew open. A person (I later determined it was a small man with a long ponytail and floppy hat) hopped out of the dumpster with a bag in his hand. After getting out of the dumpster, he carefully closed the top of it, I guess he didn't want anyone coming to his "house" while he wasn't there and walked down the street, calm and cool as you please and began to look in the trash can near the bus stop at the corner.
Shirt: Banana Republic
Bag: Either Marshalls or TJ Maxx, I can't recall
After I giggled because I always seem to luck up on random strange sights like this, I took this as God's way of telling me to stop feeling sorry for myself....I could literally be "down in the dumps." Get it? Because the dude was in the....oh never mind...
Feeling sorry for yourself, and your present condition, is not only a waste of energy but the worst habit you could possibly have. -Dale Carnegie