I'm in a bitchy mood, so I am apologizing in advance for this post.
Why is it that when people hear how my life is going to shit and they tell me about how their lives are wonderful? Yeah, it's cool that things are great for you, but keep it to yourself or find someone else to tell.
After hearing about Matt getting laid off, one person told us about his recent raise at work. Another told us about turning down multiple job offers in a week. Why did they find it necessary to share that information? All I want is someone to say "that sucks" or to commiserate.
It's like if someone told me their grandmother died and I said, "Oh, shitty. My grandma's doing great. In fact, she just ran a marathon and then baked me a zillion cookies and told me how much she loved me and how she planned to live forever."
So here's my warning: don't tell me about how wonderful your life is, or you'll get the middle finger.
1 comment:
After my ex's accident, I just wanted someone to say, "That sucks" and commiserate. I hear ya.
(I like the blog's new prettiness.)
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