Sometimes, You Need A Happy Meal

I can hear the Sorting Hat now: "Bee in your bonnet, Virgin?"
The bee in my bonnet is the word, "pity."
Since I can’t empty my thoughts via wand and toss them into a Pensieve for all to see, I suppose the computer will have to do. 
Yesterday, I overheard something that planted this dang bee in my head (yes, I was eavesdropping.  But, honestly, is it really eavesdropping if the people are talking like they have megaphones stuck to their mouths?).  
Anyway, they were talking about how they pity so-and-so for making some decision (I didn't hear what that choice was, since they were mid-conversation when I heard them).  This reminded me of something a fellow virgin once told me: "Even when people say they respect and support us, they're also feeling sorry for us because to them we're not really living."
Then the whole self-help bookstore jab from the other day stung my brain repeatedly.  Maybe she, a.k.a the spawn of satan, really thinks I need the self-help section.  Maybe all her venom is really a form of twisted pity.  I know, I know, consider the source, but still...that crud stings.
Naturally, my brain bee began buzzing around this idea of people patting me on the back then turning around and thinking, "Oh, you poor thing." 
I reckon some people think I'm wasting my life and my youth.  Can't honestly say I haven't felt that way sometimes...especially on birthdays and National Holidays (except for Vomit-Valentine's Day--it's just a cruel, pointless day all the way around).
I'm not trying to throw a pity party or anything. Not my style.  I don't pity myself.  I made this choice and I stand by it--the good and bad of it.  It's just that sometimes I do feel the sting of time, lost time.  
There are some things that help when a brain bee goes buzzing: like revisiting your childhood. And that meant a trip to McDonalds.  There, right by the order box, was a big sign for the current Happy Meal toys...SMURFS! I loved the Smurfs when I was growing up! It was a no-brainer.  I was gettin' me a Happy Meal. Laugh if you must--I certainly did. :)
So, what Smurf did I get on this day?  Panicky. The virgin gets Panicky Smurf. Seriously, how can you not laugh?! Fate certainly has one helluva sense of humor.  He's the cutest little thing, though! I'll have to get a picture of him and post it--his expression is priceless...and, actually, a little familiar.