Self-pity is an icky liquid you swim around in when you blame the world for your problems.
People who wallow in self-pity usually go around in a bad mood, feeling sorry for themseleves, feeling they've been wronged some how. They only care about poor little them. They failed because of someone or something else. They don't own up to their own faults.
Darnell: If the teachers in my school would have payed me more attention and got the big bullies off my back, then I wouldn't have been full of self-pity, dropped out, robbed that store, killed 3 people including a child, and got into a police chase that lasted 4 hours and 23 minutes then became an on-foot pursuit through a backyard in the projects where I was tackled then sentenced to prison where I'm getting my ass slamed for 237 years and cleaning the toilet with a toothbrush for my cellmate named Deshawn who makes me pee sitting down.
Last Lap Syndrome - or LSS, is the annoying fucking disease that plagues racing games everywhere. It usually occurs on the last lap of a long, hard, and/or very important race.
* Ramming into a tiny rose bush that completely totals your car 5 feet from the finish line.
* Leading 99 percent of the race only to be passed by the A.I. while he simultaneously receives a blow job from your girlfriend and flips you off saying "SUCKA!"
* Head on collision with some stupid ass taxi that just had to pull out in front of you causing you to get in last.
* Leaving your sucky ass opponent completely totaled a mile away in his junker, only for him to recover as the best damn racer in the known world - then proceed to leave your slow ass rotting in the gutter while he blows passed you for the win.
Greg: How long have you been trying to beat this track?
Mike: Two days. But I'm in first now; I'm going to win!
Mike: NOOO! I HIT A DAMN LEAF! I HATE THIS FUCKING GAME!
Greg: Heh, sounds like a case of Last Lap Syndrome.