Life hasn’t been grand as of late in Andyland. Recent events have essentially been a big pile of suck*, but this is not the subject of my rant.
I have been talking to quite a few people (including a few caring and wonderful Dopers) about what’s been going on, and the grand majority have been wonderfully supportive and there’s not enough I can do to thank them. **
Dear certain people who need to go away and take their stupid with them,
Pain is not a contest. While I do not suffer the illusion that the world revolves around me and my drama and everyone has their bad moments, I do not think it is appropriate for you to inform me that regardless of how bad my life has been for the past month- it has been very bad, let us not mistake that- it’s “nothing at all compared to what has been happening to you.”
In short, fuck you. There will be no victory march, there is no declaration of winners. I’m not going to feel better about what is going on with me by hearing about your life and all of your problems, none of which seem to be quite on the same scale as what I’m going through. So fuck you. There is a difference between commisserating and one-upmanship, between tactful sympathy and belittling. Learn it.
The inverse is also true. Don’t say that your problems are nothing compared to mine. Your pain is your pain, and it’s not healthy to think of it as worthless.
So the next person who says something like “Well, that’s nothing compared to my last breakup! Did I mention that my mother recently contracted ebola and weasels are currently nibbling at my genitals?” is going to feel my wrath, and it shall not be pretty.
Thank you and good night.
*Don’t wanna talk about it.
** Thank you, thank you, thank you.