I like the term “convershitting.” Second, I will confess to convershitting on a particular person I knew in college, which is a place where you don’t always have the luxury of avoiding people who live in your dorm, or are in your department.
This woman would try to turn whatever the topic of conversation was into how much something sucked for her. I got so sick of her doing this, that I started responding with things like “Wow, the AIDS orphans in Africa have nothing on you.”
Just as an example, she had a mild loss in of ear, normal hearing in the other. She had a hearing aid, but the loss was so mild, she’d forget the aid a lot, and you couldn’t pick up from her speech that she had a hearing loss. However, the way she told it, she was the MOST disabled person in the world. She’d been denied social security disability, and vocational rehabilitation, because her hearing loss didn’t qualify her as disabled, and her grades were as good as anyone’s, in spite of the fact that she went to class without her hearing aid most of the time. But, she complained incessantly about having to pay for hearing aid batteries, which are not very expensive, and she hardly used anyway. But any time anyone complained about paying for anything, or just mentioned prices-- even the price of something going down-- she was likely to bring the subject of the batteries up, and how her medical insurance ought to cover them.
That’s just a single example. Everything was a contest. If you forgot your watch today, well, hers was broken. Mention a class, and she’d complain about her schedule, or one of her professors. To hear her tell it, nothing ever went right for her. But she was from an upper middle class, white, Protestant family, in America, which automatically makes her better off than most of the world. I couldn’t help myself. I had to point that out to her from time to time.
I am not like that with most people. Generally I am full of sympathy. But when someone was near tears because her cat was dying, and Complain-o interrupts with how she couldn’t have a cat because her stepbrother (or something) was allergic, I seriously wanted to punch her. Actually, I wanted to say “With your luck, it just would have gotten hit by a car.”
So yeah, my name is Rivkah Chaya, and I convershit.