There are two areas in my life where I “yes, but.” In both “yes, but” is a more polite way of saying “your idea is stupid. And while I might value you as a person, you really haven’t a fucking clue about what you’re talking about when it comes to this. So, would you mind shutting the fuck up? Thanks”
In one area the suggestions I get from experts (from whom I actively seek help because they know something about the issue and whose advice I then follow) are entirely different than the suggestions I get from people who are trying to help. I don’t “yes, but” the experts. In the other area, people are rarely as insightful or original as they might think they are.
I try not to bring stuff up all the time (on both of the subjects, I bore myself thinking/talking about them. It must be excruciating for other people) but sometimes what’s weighing on my mind ends up coming out of my mouth.
I suspect you’re ranting about a friend of mine. She is a total sympathy addict/whiner/hoarder/drama queen with all kinds of issues. She’s gotten so bad that a mutual pal and I have all but stopped responding to her. We have no more sympathy. When she starts up with her crap about whatever problem there is that she could take care of if she wanted to, we just change the subject. Or worse, we tell her it’s her own doing. Or I tell her I don’t believe her when she promises to do something she ought to, because I know she has no intention of following through. I’m sure she thinks we’re mean and rotten.
There’s no doubt in my mind that she’s whimpering to total strangers (they become her victims if there’s no one else around) right now about what rotten friends we are.