Here's lookin' atcha!
You might get a little bitchy after you read this (I hope)...
Poor me. I just can’t seem to get what I want. Things just don’t work out for me. I have had this consistent run of bad luck. I try and I try. Still, it seems God has it in for me. What the hell did I ever do to deserve all this mess?? Then, I read all the self-help and spiritual crap and they promise all the goodies. (Some don’t; they tell me material prosperity is a bad thing. Screw them. I want the material stuff anyway.) I do affirmations and I visualize a little. Still no change. Then the economy takes a nosedive, the weather is awful, people are rude, traffic is, well, traffic. There doesn’t seem to be any way out. I’m too fat; too sore; too scared. (Too lazy?)
Blah, blah, blah.
I call the above whiny, complainy garbage The Velcro Effect. It’s like you have this patch of Velcro on your forehead and the connector on the back of your hand. Every time some little thing goes wrong, up goes the hand, connects to the Velcro, and you walk around in a state of self-pity for all to see. And you actually think you are justified.