Debbie Downer Quotes

Let's assume Lu is right,' Nico said. 'You get captured and put in this cell. She lets you out. You kill the guardian, destroy the fasces, weaken Nero, hooray. Even then, and I'm sorry to be a Debbie Downer —' 'I am calling you Debbie Downer from now on,' Will said gleefully. 'Shut up, Solace.

Well aren’t there other options?” Mia asked. I quickly became overwhelmed trying to explain. I didn’t want to be a Debbie Downer, but she was looking for quick fixes. I knew she wanted nothing more than to help, yet I felt slightly insulted by her simplistic suggestions to improve things, as if I hadn’t thought of those ideas.

Debbie Downer" was one of the few sketches where I broke, and I remember watching Heratio Sanz laugh so hard that tears squirted out of his eyes. I still believe that sketch may be a cure for low-level depression if watched regularly.

Syd and Jane had pity on me, but I knew I was being a complete Debbie Downer. Yeah, we’d only been together seven weeks, and I had my whole college career—hell, my whole life—ahead of me. But Lucas was…the one.

I mentally kick myself in the mental ass the whole way. Regret is familiar territory. When it comes to dating and men—hell, even having a coherent conversation with people in general—I am something of a social retard. ‘Funerals are meant to comfort the living?’ God, I’m like Emily Post crossed with Debbie Downer.

I am calling you Debbie Downer from now on,” Will said gleefully.

I mean, it wasn't like she had died. Then, people might care. I always reminded myself that there were many people who had it far worse than me, so I had no right to complain about my problems. Besides, nobody liked a Debbie Downer.

I hadn’t always been like this: a Debbie Downer who saw the world as a cold and lonely place. To the contrary, I used to be so upbeat and positive that I would get on your nerves. I believed with all my heart that people were generally kind and good. I was fun to be around and did my best to make the world a better place

And there it is. The puffy black garment bag that contains the memorial of all my lost dreams. It’s a sarcophagus, a zippered nylon tomb, and inside is my funeral shroud. Wow, that’s dark. Drink up, Debbie Downer.

Gertie frowned. “Why do you always have to be Debbie Downer?” Ida Belle shook her head. “I’m Reality Rita.

Not all of us, mind you. Some folks perceive their contextual status with relative accuracy: they’re better than the rest of us at figuring out how much control they really have over local events, for example. They’re better at assessing their own performance at assigned tasks. Most of us tend to take credit for the good things that happen to us, while blaming something else for the bad. But some folks, faced with the same scenarios, apportion blame and credit without that self-serving bias. We call these people “clinically depressed”. We regard them as a bunch of unmotivated Debbie Downers who always look on the dark side - even though their worldview is empirically more accurate than the self-serving ego-boosts the rest of us experience.