Sometimes we need to rant. Sometimes we need to b!tch. Sometimes we just need the world to feel a little sorry for us.
That’s not wrong. That doesn’t make us bad people.
You know what makes bad people?
Having to one up on someone’s misery.
You heard me.
I have a cold. You have the flu.
I had a bad day at work. You got Hep C because a homeless person spit in your mouth while you were singing at a retirement home to raise money for the poor.
If I want to wallow in the misery that is mine then just shut it for a minute. You can have your 15 minutes after I have a big old snotty cry fest because I hurt my best friend and I feel like scum. Now IS NOT the time to tell me how your childhood best friend went missing in Guatamala on a school trip because frankly, I googled it and I think you’re full of sh!t.
You know what?