My dear friend often uses humor with me when I am depressed. I was talking to him yesterday about the bracelet that I was given to help me become aware when I am complaining to myself. As I said in an earlier comment, I was told that perhaps if I switch the bracelet from one wrist to another every time I complain to myself, I will become more aware of how much I complain.

On the one hand, I did find it somewhat useful to become aware of this part of my thought process. I guess it’s always a good thing to be aware. On the other hand, I have a tendency to be very hard on myself as it is.

My friend was joking with me: “Oh, I was just stabbed in the back! Oh oh, I’m complaining! I’d better switch the bracelet! Oh, I was deficient in my awareness and I got in front of that bullet! Well, better switch the bracelet again! My goodness! I am such a complainer!” He had me in stitches. It felt so good.

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